My aunty turned 75 last week, and she’s the first that I know in the Family who achieved this milestone. She a mother figure to all the kids (I kinda end the generation on both my parent’s sides of the family), and she is a zesty female, who actually looks forward to each day of her life. That got me thinking. I am just one-third her age, and yet, I don’t give myself any reason to look forward to tomorrow. Maybe as people grow old, the learn to live more objectively, and don’t let others color their judgment or get boggled down by their perspectives. Until I get there, I will consciously try to not whine, and enjoy the small pleasures in life, free of guilt!