The Second Half

Today is my birthday. There’s nothing especially earthshaking about that, but I’ve had a notion the last few days. I’m beginning, or with much blessing, nearing the second half of my life. Sobering, yeah! Unlike the overwrought end of one’s 20s, this is a real occasion. In Bojangles for lunch, the lady taking my order asked if I wanted a sweet potato pie. I wanted to scream there’s no time for sweet potato pies in THE SECOND HALF®! It should have been obvious to her. I merely smiled and said, “No thanks.”

I approach this epoch with the curiosity of a puppy discovering his own backyard. Cautiously pawing the new possibilities, I embrace the potential to make this half the better half. All the mistakes I’ve made were only stumbling blocks; nothing broken, I’m all about continuing the exploration. If I were a briefs guy, today would definitely be the day to slip into boxers… or is underwear superfluous in THE SECOND HALF®?

Perhaps I can finally pull off a splash of Old Spice or wear one of Dad’s jaunty tams that Mom despised so much. It’s no mid-life crisis; I’m talking about an epiphany. As tumultuous as the first leg of the journey was, THE SECOND HALF® can more than make up for it. I’m off to make that happen.