...if that’s true, my dad was barely ¾ of the way through his adult life (if you start counting at age 18, which is when real choice opens up in most of our lives). And, at age 57, I was not even halfway through my adult years. Realization and acceptance of this new reality have opened up doors and possibilities that have re-energized my life. I’m now 58 and celebrating halftime, which means I can take up learning to surf, speaking Spanish for the first time, and who knows what else. After all, I have half my adult life ahead of me.

Just remember, most sporting matches get more interesting in their last half or quarter and theater-goers sit on the edge of their seat during the last act of a play when everything finally starts to make sense. Could it be that life gets more interesting, not less, closer to the end?

How much of your adult life is still ahead of you and how does that shift your thinking about how you use that time?

Here’s a Forbes article on why people tend to underestimate their longevity.