Old age, I have decided is a gift. Actually I am now, probably for the first time in my life the person I always wanted to be. Not my white beard, soft belly and stooped gait but my persona. Nowadays when I look in the mirror (and see someone who looks like my father) I am not worried about those physical flaws I have acquired.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my good life, my church and my loving family for a flatter belly and more spring in my step. As I have aged I find myself less critical and I like myself more. I cut myself more slack and if I want a third beer in the evening I drink it with pleasure. I buy more stuff on the Internet just because I can. Not high dollar stuff just little cheap gadgets that I rarely use. I mean, after all, I work hard every day why should I not have these little perks for getting old and wrinkled.
When my dog Maggie trots along as I ride my bike around the neighborhood and I stop every few feet and pick up the cigarette butts, that seem to be everywhere, I don't give a rat's ass if this seems like strange behavior to others. It makes me feel better....so they can get over it! If all the preset stations on my truck radio are set to the same Public Radio station that's all right too. It's my truck and my radio and they are old as well.
I clearly have a classic case of "CRS" in its advance stages. I CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT. I've got post-it notes, laptop entries and reminders all over the place and lots of stuff still gets by me. All the people that think this sucks are right...but, they too will get old someday.
Many years ago I was granted a Concealed Weapons Permit and I usually have some "heat" close by. I don't do this to intimidate folks....nobody knows it but me. But when I am armed you cannot deal with me by force, you must use reason and try to persuade me, because I have the means to negate your force. It puts me on an equal footing with any badass that comes along. I keep it in the same pocket with my nitro pills...you can't tell which will work the best in a dire situation.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You tend to care less what others think. I don't question myself much anymore and I've earned the right to be wrong on occasion. I also am convinced that Coldbeer is proof positive that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
So....as you can see I'm pretty big on OLD. It has set me free and I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever but while I'm here I refuse to worry about what could have been or what might be. Some days I may even drink four Coldbeers. (FYI--In the eastern North Carolina cold beer is one word, and considered a proper noun.)