I have been tinkering with a post on how my actual age and my virtual age don’t match. By that, I mean the image I have of myself, how I feel, and my adventurous spirit do not match the image I see in the mirror or in photographs. And then….
My Medicare card arrived. Pause for a breath or two….Assess a life in progress…. Reflect on a government-mandated milestone. That new Medicare card is just a piece of paper, my new health insurance plan. I have been paying into the plan for over forty years in hopes that I would live long enough to carry the card. That time has arrived. Brush it off and move forward.
How did I arrive at this point? I found a few photos to demonstrate the process. Scroll over each image for the captions.
Early 20’s and clueless.
Late 30’s, finding my voice.
50-something, how I see myself.
65, reality.
As for the future, let the adventures continue…
Travels with Mary Sue 
You are better than ever.
Thanks Kitty.