The older I get the more past I pile up. The past is good, but it’s where it belongs.
I have twenty nine summers and thanksgivings to celebrate. I have thirty Christmas seasons to enjoy. Thirty more New Years Eves to avoid.
That’s the motivational tool that I’ve learned to use. If I can bang out thirty years, that will get me to 2051 and the ripe age of eighty five. Anything after that is either a bonus or God making me wait it out.
My responsibility is to raise my children and make them better than me. Basically leave the world a better place than when I showed up.
My responsibility to people is to cross their path without splashing mud on their outfit.
My responsibility to me is making sure I can put my socks on in 2051 without falling off the end of the bed.