I’m 64. If I live to 100, I only have 36 summers left.

Here's what I'm going to do about it. It’s go-time for more yeses!

I did the math.

I’m 64. If I live to 100, I only have 36 summers left.

I know it’s not scientific.

I know I could live to 74 or 103 or next Thursday. ¹

But math is helpful when you need a little urgency.

And I’ve decided to treat my life like I’m running out of coupons… because I kinda am.

So here’s what I’ve come to realize.

If I’m lucky enough to live to 100…

• I only have 36 more beach trips with bare feet in the sand and sand-covered towels.

• 36 more summers complaining about towels that somehow never fully dry.

• 36 more summers to let peach juice run down my chin.

• 36 more July 4th barbecues where I say, “No bun for me, thanks,” and then eat too many potato chips.