I’m not terribly old, but if my younger self saw me now he’d be like, “You are o-l-d.” Yeah. I am not as mad about that as I thought I would be at this point. While I have yet to figure out how to reverse or even slow aging, I am coming around to the concept of maintaining what I’ve got by trying to stay mentally and physically active. That is a hard lesson, because being active used to be part of what I did. Now it feels like another job I need to pull off just to stay at the level of discomfort I’m presently at.
This sounds like a woe is me blog. It isn’t. You see, I am a black man, and the rate of heart attack and heart disease is much higher for my skin tone than of the others who populate these United States. So, statistically I’m screwed anyhow. I’m happy to be enjoying not being in the state that so many others are. I’m happy to recognize how fortunate my life has been. I’m healthy-ish, I’m loved by a wonderful family, and my stresses are manageable. Life is good. Now that isn’t a challenge to the universe to screw me. Instead I’m only indicating that I realize how good I have it and that I need to do something with the life I have been provided. That means I need to write and I need to empower others to both write and publish.
I’m making that my goal for the year.
I want this year’s big goal to be to create a sustainable writing opportunity for community college students. In other words, I want to reboot a lit journal and get it going.
Some Thoughts:
- I haven’t been to the gym in nearly 10 months. That’s $270 wasted membership dollars for the fatboy.