Not So Graceful

On my desk sits a membership enrollment form to AARP. It's been perched there, leering at me for over a week now and I can't decide what to do with it. Do I fill it out and mail it, or do I toss it in the trash? I mean, 56 isn't elderly. Right? I think of elderly as 70 and beyond. That gives me 14 more years until I have to concede to the harsh reality that I'm no longer 36, or even 46. Hell, I've just made friends with being middle-aged and now I have to embrace being a senior? It's hard because, according to television commercials, I also have to start thinking about burial insurance.

I'm giving myself one more week to sort this out with myself.