Although I feel 17 most days, and certainly realize that I am closer to 43 the other days, I cannot fully comprehend 60 as the actual age. Like the cassette tape, of which I have many, I am conceivably “old”. My god, when did that happen?

You would think that a career that has spanned more than 3 decades held some worth.

You would think that after a lifetime of dedication to a particular profession would yield some sort of entry into a post career indulgence of sorts.

But, no. It means absolutely nothing in todays professional world.

I can’t get a bloody job that even remotely respects my contribution to the community. Wow, just wow.

Am I obsolete? Or, is it that I am not able to see what I need to do to continue?

Nonetheless, I am feeling displaced and unimportant. It is sad. I am sad. I don’t get it.