I used to wonder if I’d make a good old person. You know, rocking on the front porch, drooling oatmeal by accident, growing hair in the ears. That kind of old. Country Time lemonade, “Back in my day” kinda old.

Here’s the thing I’ve realized. My brain is still 16..or maybe 18ish. Still hopes for all the best things to happen. Optimistically naive. Gullible. Giddy with excitement over simple things. It’s time that’s failed me, the bastard.  It keeps spinning by pushing my memories farther in to the “We weren’t even born when that happened.” realm.

Well I’ve got news for all you spinning clocks. You’ll never beat me. You change the era. Well I’m changing what’s cool. Screw your rules. Take your peer pressure, self doubting, keep up with the Joneses and I’ll kick its ass with pride, self confidence and a sense of accomplishment.

Damn these are my best days yet and I expect my “rocking on the front porch, drooling oatmeal by accident, growing hair in the ears.” years to make my now look like “the weenie years.”

I’m gone. Makin’ some lemonade  :)

#confessional