Growing Up At Last

Some people may think when they hit the mid sixties that they are getting old. Not me; not yet. Instead, I feel that I am finally beginning to mature, and I welcome it. With the last new car I bought, I began to drive more carefully and quit my bad habit of speeding. I have learned to keep a secret, to make plans, to look at all sides of a situation, to curb my impulsivity, and not to overreact. I try to think before I speak. I keep fairly regular hours and attempt to live a balanced life. Maturity sounds boring, but I find that it is really pretty good.