Seventy? Really? How did that happen? Sunday, June 4th, is my birthday. I’ll be seventy.  Seventy sounds old, so I decided to do an internet search. I read, “Seventy is the beginning of old age.” Oh my!  As I thought about this upcoming milestone, I reflected back on my life. I always thought the day I was born was the beginning of old age, the beginning of me until I’m not anymore, one day at a time. In lieu of the alternative, I try to live one day at a time, especially since I got sober. I … [Read more...]