Reckoning...

1. the action or process of calculating or estimating something.

At first I sorta scoffed... I do that everyday, even without trying.  The first touch.

Age is a number, it marks how many years one has been alive.  In reality, it is nothing more than a scale.  A year is made up of months, months weeks, weeks days, days hours, hours minutes, minutes just mere seconds.  Some of the most mature individuals I have ever had the opportunity to meet, have not even reached there 13th birthday.

Then I started to think about my work and all of the decisions I make in a shift.  The second touch.

Given time, everyone will experience the same as I have.  Nothing I do is special.  Birth, injury, illness, death... these are things that everyone deals with in their lifetime!  If anything, I choose to deal with it more acutely and directly.  Perhaps giving some solace to others, who are not yet ready to deal with the immediate.  My solace, is that I have always been present.

I started thinking about my experiences.  The things I have seen, the things I have done.  Places I have gone.  The third touch.  More like a hand on one's shoulder, a gentle squeeze...

I grew up.  And it made me sad. 

It took 45+ years.  The plus is all of the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months...

There is no decline forcasted.  Just a graduation to a new understanding.  I will however, reserve the right to reminisce!

Let's take a walk...