Halfway to 90

I was stopped cold in my tracks when she said it. But she definitely said it. My 11 year old daughter spoke truth right in the middle of our living room. It was the eve of my 45th birthday. She said that I was "Halfway to 90!" The rest of the family thought it was really funny. Not so much for me, at least initially. I laughed to go along because it was quite timely and witty at that. I remember that I thought she should write comedy for a sit-com like two and half men ( I think that show is pretty funny-in a sarcastic way). But on the eve of my 45th birthday to be told by my youngest daughter the truth was well a mid-life moment. What do I think about being 45? I am not really sure. I do know that I have been thinking about it for a while. Am I in the proverbial "mid-life crisis?" Who knows, certainly not myself, I have never been 45 before. I can say beyond a doubt that I feel like I am in my 20's and early 30's. But every-time I play a round of golf now I need Advil to warm up and Advil to recover faster. Yup- degenerative disc in my lower back. Whatever that means. To me it means I am halfway to 90. And it means a slow road to golf tee shots and drives that are not as long as they were back in the day. On a side note, earlier this year I bought a new driver. The golf pro fitting me said my days of hitting 300 yard drives were over. I should have called him last month when I drove a 346 yard par 4. I don't care that it was a bit down wind--I still did it--the halfway to 90 with degenerative disc guy and all. I can say beyond a doubt that the early days of 36 holes in one day are definitely over. Whatever can and will be said about "halfway to 90" is difficult to say, the jury is still out on that one. I do know this. I am less concerned with what other people think and more concerned with what God thinks. There is only ONE audience that I play for these days--the audience of ONE. Maybe that is what "halfway to 90" is all about?