My birthday is today and I am now well entrenched into middle-aged territory leaning towards golden years. When I was a child, whenever I found people of my current age I would always think that they looked old.
Old, wrinkly, smelly, frail. Ancients.
I honestly never thought I would make it this far (see “Outlaw“) but here’s what Fate said to me:
“Happy birthday. Ha ha.“
This is not something to be taken lightly.
Heaven knows how many times I have been sleepwalking my way on the edge of strange and dangerous situations that could have been avoided by others, more sober and ethical than myself.
And here I am.
And life is looking good.
And I am fearless.
And I am feeling just fine.