I'm closing in on 60 and it's been rough lately. It was a while ago that I realized there were more years behind than ahead, but nearly every day the thought still pops up and smacks me in the face.
My health is good, for which I'm grateful. But I'm alone and the friends I've had over the years have fallen by the wayside for one reason or another; some of them have died.
I'm trying to get out, join things, go to meetings, looking into volunteering. Not to boast, but I'm doing all the things I know I'm supposed to do, and I know that it will take time to see whatever results are to come.
The thought that haunts me is that I wasted years during my late 30s and through my 40s, hunkered down after having given up on people. My dogs were my family and friends during those years -- and they still are.
But fear of what's to come and regret over what I might have missed are telling me I will need more than my canine family in the years ahead. Staying in the "now" is what's to be done, but doing that on your own is really tough.