50 is the New 49

At the age of 50, I felt I had just gotten off of a wild bucking bronco.

I didn't feel like I had to be a "player" anymore. I finally saw women as women and not as girls. I realized that goodness was its own reward. I ignored those who judge me for my past instead of my present. I saw the true spiritual beauty of children. I could no longer understand revenge or oneupmanship. I would no longer step on bugs just because they were bugs. I no longer told lies. I saw my marriage as the be-all and end-all of my life. I saw it as my life. I felt that happiness was otherwise elusive when pursued like a pot o'gold.

At the age of 50, I finally got it. Even better, I felt like I was 49. So, in truth, I was pretty much on schedule. I should arrive on time when I get there.