Next week I turn 43.
Forty-Three Years Old.
I should FEEL old. I should be slowing down right? Finding a nice relaxing hobby like knitting or fast mall walking. Maybe wear a lot more velour.
All of these are solid options.
I have no plans to slow down.
No plans to "go easy".
I wish I had found this purpose earlier in life but since I don't have a time machine that kind of thinking is useless so instead I'm just going to keep pushing forward.
Keep striving to be better, faster, stronger, HARDER TO KILL.
So no pressure. No guilt. But if you're ready to join me let me know.
Like so many other things the first step is the hardest.