Turning 70

When I wake up tomorrow I will be 70 years old.  I don't feel anything differently than today, my last day in my 60s.  I thought that by 70 I would be wiser or smarter or more even tempered, as in tranquil.  It is not happening.  Each day seems to be an effort to back away from bad behavior, idiocy, and silliness.  Maybe someday, in backing away from bad behavior I will stumble or fall into "eternal life" as Jesus called it.  Not the life after death so much as a quality or depth of life this side of the grave.  I would like both.  I am running slower each year.  The physical demise is a constant.  The rest is optional, if you believe in grace.  I do believe in grace, amazing grace!