I have accepted the fact that everyone is getting older including myself. I didn’t realize how much it would affect me until later in life, like now, since I’m basically in my early middle ages. I can’t believe I’m saying that. Gone are the days of reckless, stupidity. Gone are the days of wanting to look cool and hip. Gone are the days of the grunge look in the 90s. Gone are the days of my youth. Good riddance. The only thing I miss is my younger body I used to have in the 1990s and I’d even go for my body in 2008 to 2010. Jeez, what a decade of changes. I can’t count them all. I severely need to see an eye doctor, get back into the gym, and start writing my second novel idea again. The Olympics are sort of getting in the way of me doing things. I suppose it’s a nice diversion. I’m surprising my parents by visiting them in about a month for a quick visit. I’m sick of this heat and wish it was cooler out. I’m more annoyed nothing seems to be cooperating with my mind and body. I severely need to reset and re-engage. Now that my first novel is written and published, I feel I can breath a little easier. That lasted for a day and now I must continue onto the next things in my life. I’m psyched to be on a plane again and even though I’m stopping in Chicago for an hour, at least, I can look out the windows and try to remember me being there over 25 years ago. Take one day at a time. There is no one right moment. I wish it was that way and in the meantime, I will try to enjoy the silence.