They say that you grow wiser as you grow older.
Is there a fixed ratio for this? How old do you have to be to be wise enough for your age? Can you stop growing older if you don’t want to grow any wiser?
I pour a cup of coffee while I think about this. Not decaf, because I don’t do decaf. In fact, I don’t think caffeine affects me the same way it affects other people. So, no decaf.
I am already in my forties. I don’t need to hide it. In fact, I’d like to think that I have already outgrown my youth. I would just like to think that, really. I don’t think I have outgrown it at all. It is, in fact, my birthday today and I have all these different thoughts banging around in my head. I feel like I am going to explode soon.
And I guess that’s why I’ve started yet another blog.
I’ve written and re-written a lot of stuff in my life. Some are good. A lot of them are bad. And there is a handful that is really, really terrible. And this is based only on my own opinion. In the hopes of collecting my thoughts, I created this new blog where I just sit down and sip a cup of whatever and write snippets of what is going on in my head.
It might be good. It might be bad. Heck, it might even be really, really terrible. It is difficult for a person like me to be satisfied with what I do. I don’t want a half-baked story. But I also don’t have the patience to write a darn novel. I hope that by writing in snippets, I am able to burrow through what my brain is actually trying to say.
