This is it.
I’m getting old.
Stiff.
Tired.
Fat.
Scared.
This is ridiculous. I see people who quite frankly I wonder sometimes how they even got out of grammar school making great lives for themselves – and I realize – what about me? I don’t begrudge them – I want to emulate them.
I’m facing the great existential crisis – I want to come out the other side as a winner, not a victim.
A marathon?
A new job?
A lover? A life of studied celibacy?
Who knows – I just know I want it.
