So it’s March again. Which means I’m getting older again. And that is a sore spot for me. I don’t age gracefully, in fact I get worse at it each year. I don’t like getting older. It’s something I have to deal with. I’m just not very good at it.

I go through this kind of post every year. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with it. I can’t but feel that getting a year older just means I’m a year closer to death’s door. Maybe that’s what the problem really is. The big sleep isn’t something I’ve spent to much time worrying about in the past.

But now for some reason it’s been bugging me. I’ll wake up at night and just not be able to get the thought that I’m going to die out of my head. I don’t know why all of the sudden this is something that worries me. I’ll get over it I’m sure. I’m going to have to. It’s just the way it is. You live and you die.