This stuff may be boring...

inthefade:

myrm:

This just scared the crap out of me.

In exactly 37 days I will be 47 and I all I can think is, bring it on.

Life and numbers are what you make of them.

A couple of years ago I was hanging out with my friend on the eve of his 30th birthday. The dude was crying. Crying because he felt he wasn’t where he thought he would be at 30. I thought “oh shit,” is this going to happen to me? Guess what - The EXACT MOTHER FUCKING opposite happened. I was FUCKING elated on the eve of my 30th birthday. I couldn’t wait to turn 30. Know why? My 20s were a mess. I did everything screwed up you could imagine. And I did it all in excess. I crashed and burned several times between the age of 20 and 29. I saw my 30s as a new chapter that would be shaped with the knowledge I had gained from my 20s but without the baggage of those years.

And now I can’t wait to turn 40 because I know I will make mistakes this decade as well. And the one thing that age gives you is the waning interest of caring what other people think. Hell, I’ll raise my middle finger to you if you’re telling me I’m doing it wrong. So, to quote inthefade (@abigvictory), I say “bring it on.”

Oh, and yeah, I love my laugh lines. They say that my life hasn’t been boring.