The Daily Writing prompt asks me to – Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Hey, you old fart, bet you never planned on living to 100, did you? Here I am in my middle 60s worried that I don’t have enough time to complete the career I wanted to try. And even though after another 3+ decades, I’m betting you still wished we started earlier.

I hope you continue to love, work, and play hard each day. That is how you got there in the first place so don’t go changing now.

I’d like to think you are still sitting side by side with the love of our life. And that our children and grandchildren just drop by unexpectedly to say hello.

So how did this small but wonderful 3 bedroom rancher hold up over the years?

I bet you learned so much more. If I know you I bet you’re still trying to stay mentally and physically sharp.

Well, it’s time to get back to living each day. Because that is what we do and make it the best day possible. There is so much to do between now and talking to your old ass that I’m already behind. There are a lot more memories to fill your head with between now and then.

Finally, you have my condolences. Because I’m sure along the way you have experienced great losses. Few make it to 100 and those that do, have lost family and friends along the way. And those lifelong relationships can’t be replaced so I imagine it’s a unique loneliness. So, if you haven’t already, get busy making new friends.

Oh, by the way, I know the kids have probably taken your key to the Miata by now. I hid a spare key in a book called “How to Retire Happy” on my bookshelf in the office. Have fun old man.