For those of us without the tools to mold our own future, maybe someone could provide us with a glimpse of what it might look like, just as motivation for all the crap a typical life contains.  And this ain’t some woe is me rant.  It’s just getting harder with age and weighs in heavier on the scale the older you get. We have our annual physical, those colonoscopies and I for one just love ‘em.  We get our eyes tested and it’s always a crap shoot.  Larger smaller, clearer blurrier.  Jesus, my eyes or my life?  You’re the eye doctor.  You should be able to assess more than me, so just hand over a script and I’ll take it from there.  

It’s becoming unfair that as we move closer to our natural finish line:

We don’t get to know what’s in store for us?

What should we check off our To-Do list while we can still clutch a pencil?

How about a printout that measures:

      • Here’s your support system.  
      • Names & Cell #s provided.  
      • Note:  Block all others

I’ll tell you what’s becoming the scariest for me is that as I age I feel increasingly less invincible when it comes to my instincts.  It totally sucks.  I second guess things I never even thought about before, let alone cared about.  If I wash my bed sheets too frequently will my skin dry out quicker?  Well don’t place all the chips ya have left on Tide.

Are fabric softeners the way to go?

I’m finally gonna join the AARP.  They probably have research on stuff like this.  If you eat only when you’re hungry as opposed to following the age old three meals a day approach, what’s the worst that can happen?  Is my choice gonna result in the closing of all I-Hops on the East coast?

Will twenty four hour diners be the only food chain left to make the cut?  

In my opinion that’s progress.  But probably just in New Jersey.