Yes, I did it.
I’m guilty of it as well; you’re not the only one.
In fact, just the other day I gave a speech in which I talked about entering the “winter years of my life.” It sounded poetic, and, besides, winter is a beautiful time of year, especially around Christmas time.
But I got to thinking: Why do we refer to the senior years as the winter years? Who wants to live through years of winter? Cold, confined indoors for days, craving for sunshine, watching an ever-expanding waistline. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if, instead of speaking of the winter years…Read More