According to statistics, I’m in the final third of my life.(I don’t expect to beat the odds, because I inherited a cancer-creating genetic disorder.)So maybe it’s the final quarter.

I expected that idea to scare me, but it actually inspires the hell out of me.It eliminates procrastination.Not much time left.If there’s something I want to do, I have to do it now.

It helps me let go of what I don’t want badly enough.Can I die happy without it?Yeah.So nevermind.

It makes me write much more, to share my life before I’m gone.(More on that subject in my next post.)

It’s made me more adventurous, and welcoming change.It’s fun to realize how little I know now.This world belongs to the next generation, not me.I’m on my way out.