He’s Back…Again

So yeah it’s been a while. I sit, I watch the screen and nothing comes out. Oh I dabble here and there. Typing a line here, throwing out a word there but nothing comes together to make a cohesive thought. It just seems like rambling; the stream of consciousness of a crazy person looking for attention.
I do love to write. I love coming up with thoughts that make one think, make one laugh or even make one cringe (confusion is a given when it comes to some of the things I’ve written) Mostly my writing has been little bits on Facebook and Twitter. Nuggets of thoughts put into an arena of safety because I’m afraid of boring the crap out of people in long form. 140 characters (a few more on FB) down and I feel good. But it’s only a sampling. I need to stop with the spoonful of sugars and make with the full blown 10 course meal. I can no longer let fear get in the way of what puts a smile on my face.

I turned 40 yesterday. For some this is a milestone; their moment of “Wow I can’t believe I made it this far” but it wasn’t like that for me. I don’t live that James Dean “Live fast and die young” lifestyle (Unless living fast means watching a DVD, having a glass of wine and being in bed by 10pm) But it did get me thinking, the same thinking some people get at 25, 30 35, 40 and hell even 50; What am I doing now? Where am I going? Don’t worry this isn’t going to be a woe is me blog, I am very content with my life for the most part. Could it be better? Of course it can be. 99% (and that was intentional) of us would say that and the 1% are just greedy bastards who can’t seem to get enough those money grubbing…Oh sorry, sorry that’s for a later blog. What I’m saying is that time keeps moving, people freak out when “THAT” age approaches whatever age it maybe (I know someone who freaked out when they were turning 21, there are some people who deserve repeated slaps) but you can either embrace it, welcome it into your home, make it some dinner and enjoy it’s company or you can barricade the door, turn off the lights like you’re hiding from kids on Halloween and pray the Boogie Age will go away but no matter what, it will find you and it will have its way with you whether you like it or not.

Yep that's what getting old is like.

Bottom line is you can’t let fear get in the way; fear of people not like things, fear that you’re too old. They say 40 is the new 30 and I get that. The 40 we hit now is not the 40 our parents and grandparents had, but at the same time when I think “I’m 10 years to 50” yeah it’s hard to not think that 40 is the way station on the road to senior citizen-ville. But at this point who cares it’s here and so I have to make the most of it. So no more fear, no more worries. Just writing and writing. I have some new columns I’ll be trying out for your reading pleasure. And please let me know what you think. I can’t say I will agree with your thoughts and I can’t say I will alter my writing style or humor (that’s like asking me to talk with a different voice) but I love discourse so let me have it, be as eloquent as Oscar Wilde or just tell me to Fuck Off, either way works for me.

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