Let Me Speak Frankly Here and Now

I didn’t really have a mid-life crisis at 40 or 50. I didn’t have the urge to buy a sports car, unbutton my shirt a few bottons down and wear a gold chain with a big gold medallion, have a face lift, or start going to church because I’m afraid I might die some day.

I just came to this simple realization about myself:

I am 50, and except for the things I enjoy doing and the people I enjoy being around, I simply don’t give a fuck. And that feels good.

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