One sure sign that I am getting slightly older is that I never quite get there.
What do I mean by the phrase “not quite get there.” Well, one is regarding my health. I never quite seem to be in perfect health. When I get close, something crops up — my arthritis might flare, my football knees talk back, or the latter is my vision needs some “adjustments.”
Life in general is also full of “never quite getting there.” The man of our dreams goes off with another, our team loses in overtime, our dream job turns out not to be. The list is a mile long, but it’s okay. If we always reached our goals we are shooting too low.