Driving home from taking the boy to school this morning, I caught myself looking at my knuckles (shut up, the car knows where to go) and wondered if I was still going to be occasionally wishing I had Wolverine’s claws when I was 60.
Then I remembered I’m already 40 and still doing it.
Chances are the answer is yes, then.
The answer is definitely yes. I’m heading at a smart clip towards seventy and still think I’ll be writing a symphony when I grow up.
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