Not really sure how to start this one. So, I get up each morning and get ready for work. You know the usual routine. I go to work, do my job, get things done, and come home again. I told my lady friend Deborah one time, that I work out occasionally, I am not a fanatic about it. It does help me to feel a little younger. OR I should say I just don’t feel as old as I look. There are, however, two different times during the day when I feel my age. The first time is when I get up, head to the bathroom to take my morning shower. I get out of the shower, I look in the mirror, the grey hair on my head, and the slight flabbiness around the waist remind me, that I am 52. The second time of the day is when I first get home from work. I proceed to sit down and that is that. I am too relaxed to do anything else. It makes it very hard to get motivated again.
There are times when I do actually do stuff after work. Probably not as often as I should. I am not completely dysfunctional. Sometimes I even exercise. Although, I am a major procrastinator.
I do believe part of the reason for my semi-youthful attitude. My work ethics. I go into work, and put more energy into it than most of the young bucks I work around. I also believe my exuberance for life helps. My desire to not go down like the generation before me. My want to not be a burden to my children when I am older.
I suppose it is all a state of mind over matter. As long as I can keep a young outlook in my mind, love in my heart, and stay true to my soul. Then the age of my body doesn’t matter.