Wow. I just opened an envelope and saw a card that looks JUST like the one my MIL and grandmother used to carry. YIKES!!
I'm not 65. I mean, I am, or will be in a few weeks, but I just can't believe it. I'm doing interviews with doctors on the topic of shingles vaccine, and I flinch when they say, "yes, I give that vaccine to all my elderly patients, 65 and up."
ELDERLY???? Me????
I know this is just another phase in my life, not unlike when I was 12, or 21, or 50. But I have to say, getting a Medicare card in the mail was a bit of a shocker, even though of course I've been expecting it.
Life is tumbling away, as it does. To everything there is a season. I completely agree with that. I'm so happy that I'm not dating, that I'm not doing the young parent thing, that my kids are settled, that I found my career and my livelihood, that I've attained a certain measure of wisdom that comes with age.
But come on..
As they say in Spamalot: I'm not dead yet!
ETA: Silver lining--$600 monthly savings!