Happy Birthday to me and anyone else born on January 15.
It's not hard for me to believe I'm 50 years old today. I feel it. Hard work makes me tired. Muscles, unaccustomed to repetitive use, cramp and knot, reminding me that I have become soft, as well as old. I think, perhaps, a disciplined regimen of physical exercise truly is called for, so that I might slow the advance of debilitating disorders of sloth. I hope Christian friends and family will encourage me and hold me accountable to the commitment.
What is a difficult for me to accept, is learning to slow up a little. My mind races and dreams like a teenager. My heart is still stirred by visions of love, hope and justice. How can you slow the desire to change the world? I'm not convinced it's possible. And frankly, I'm not sure I want it to be possible.
I think maybe it's still "better to burn out, than it is to rust."
But I also believe it's possible to discipline myself to burn maybe a little longer, a little brighter, a little hotter. Wish me luck.
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