I am 68 (god that old already?!) and I still don’t have my shit together. I know where parts (or piles) are at, scattered hither, thither, and yon. I am happy (at times), depressed (again at times), and some what numb (the rest of the times). I look back at all my adult years and know I have done good (7 great kids), done bad (3.5 failed marriages), and just muddled along (the rest of the time). Would I go back and change this, probably not. To change any one thing would change everything…the good and the bad.
So I guess I will continue on my road to try and make it to the big 100 (maybe longer) shit together or not.