A belated birthday text greeting went in part thus, " hey 30-sumting! tym has cum, my frend! do wat feels gud n just njoy d ride!!!".
I read the message more than once, thinking that maybe, just for one year, I can be reckless with myself, push back the pestering nagging thoughts of uncertainty and disaster (as the best friend would always say, that's disaster with a capital D written all over it,)and just go with the flow.
How long can you dance to an undecided, undefined beat? The answer is actually elementary. When you can no longer dance to the music, can't keep pace with the rhythm, you start leaving the dance floor.
Simple.
Yeah, right. And now that I think about it, almost all the dances that I've been to (and they're not many, mind you), has always ended up with me getting stepped on.... and that's when I realize that the Music has stopped.
38 years! I gotta find my groove thang.