Thursday, January 24, 2019
I want people to look at me and think, not "what a sweet old man," but, "what is he up to now?"
No getting around it, I am getting older. My hair is thinner and greyer. Some mornings my fingers are a little stiff. I tire a little faster than I did 30 years ago. That is okay, I have lived six-decades. I am proud of having lived this long. I have outlived my parents, my aunt and uncle.
I am not done, but I am not trying to turn back time.
I am looking forward to a point in the future when I don't have to hold my tongue for work or political reasons. I am looking forward to the day when I can stand up in the office and say, this shit is not worth the hassle anymore. I am getting closer to that point, not quite. A few more years of living the dream.
In the meantime, I will keep moving, keep working, keep having fun, keep getting older.