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Owning It

Here’s the obvious thing thing about aging – you can’t stop the clock. You might be able to “look young for your age,” but once youth is gone, it ain’t coming back. And no amount of interventions – medical, surgical, or otherwise – are going to bring it back. That’s why I decided to fucking own it. Do I want to look as good as I can? Absolutely! Am I going to hope that somehow I can appear to be younger than I am? Most definitely not! That train left the station a long time ago…

Here in America we have this obsession with youth. As if somehow you are only valuable if you are young, and once you get old you are worthless and invisible. You know what I have to say about that? Fuck ’em! Doesn’t have anything to do with my happiness. After I survived the last goddamned thing that almost killed me, I suddenly realized I no longer gave a shit about my age. I was fucking alive! As in NOT DEAD. Once you’ve crossed that threshold, things start to look differently. So I’m old, and I’m owning it. I love life, I’m still growing as a human, and I try to learn something new everyday. My brain still works at full capacity. I still make mistakes, and I am still obsessed with creativity and self-expression. I love my job and constantly strive to improve in it, and I try to treat everyone I meet with respect. I’m still physically fit, albeit missing a few body parts, with some miscellaneous added hardware.

I wish you knew what I know now.

Give it time my friend, give it time. If you pay attention and survive, it’s coming…