1. When you demand peak performance from your body and get it less and less;
2. When you find yourself risking life and limb for utterly stupid lost causes;
3. When #2 happens too frequently;
4. When the embarrassing and self-injurious consequences of #2 cease to be charming
I didn't save a friend's possessions from the potential ravages of a fire. I didn't interpose myself between some hapless old lady and an out-of-control bus. I didn't recklessly spend all my money to make sure a loved one got medicine. I didn't fight off a bunch of goons intent on robbery.
No. Nothing so heroic. I marked the end of this year by running down a stairwell, slipping, tripping and slamming my head on a wall half a floor below me in the name of workplace punctuality.
I'm okay, for now. I'm just waiting to see if the latest bump on my noggin has any neurological and psycho-motor side effects that I should be worried about. I think my personality's still intact-- not an occasion for cheering if some people are to be asked.
Happy new year. At least for me, the fireworks came early.