Birthday coming.
2 weeks from today i turn 57. Seems like last night I went to bed and I was 18. This morning I wake up to find that I'm 56. My wife, of 7 years, knows that I love cake and asked what my ALL TIME FAVORITE was this afternoon. The list has 4-5 on it. LOL. I told her that a simple chocolate cake is my favorite. Sometimes simple is best, JMO. Then came the hard question: What would I like for my birthday? I honestly didn't have an answer. I worked day in and day out, as well as yard work, errands and what have you. Basically I'm nonstop 7 days a week. There's nothing that I need and the things that I dream about are not obtainable right now. I have hit that point in life where material things don't matter. Honestly, I hit that point YEARS ago. Everyone tells me to relax and take it easy. But I can't. I feel like I am having to out-muscle my 35 year old stepson and my almost 18 year old grandson. My stepson tells me all that time that I am working too hard and lifting things that are too heavy. He says that I'm not a Spring chicken anymore. My mind and soul are ancient but hold the 20 year old side open. My body knows the truth. My brain says "You got this." My body says "The fuck, you." I really need the 2 of them to get on the same page. Have a good night y'all!!!