As I got older, I mellowed. I removed violence from my life and my soul, with months of introspection, both personal and clinical. I spent so many years being someone else all the time; it was relieving to finally admit I could just be myself. The problem: I didn't really know who I was. It took me another 15 years to find me. Now, I'm also learning to change in other ways. For instance, it isn't that important to have more money than necessary to be comfortable; no job is worth ruining your life for; if you have stress you need to lose it; I don't have to like you to love you; I can agree to disagree; and I really don't give a tinker's damn what other people think about me since I'm the one I have to look at in the mirror every evening with full knowledge I've fought the good fight for another day.
Yes, more of my drivel on getting older. Those of us, who know, know. Those of us, who don’t know, watch out for low flying bullshit. To read the rest of this “low flying” offering, please follow the attached link: Getting Older
