There’s a part of me that has been awakened.
This part of me had been mostly dormant for years, but the older I get, the more I notice my physical self reacting to sights, smells, and sensations in a big, bad way. It’s my sweat glands.
I did not know that when I got this far into the middle years that I would be learning a new dance.
Not that I am adverse to learning new dances. I love dancing. I still kind of want to learn how to tap dance. Randy and I dance all the time. Just not as long as we used to. Also, our bones make some scary ass noises.
The nocturnal twist, however, is a shitty fucking dance.
Getting older doesn’t suck.
Seriously, you younger people, it’s not bad. Getting older is kind of awesome.
I mean, getting older isn’t effortless or anything, but still, it’s a good space to dwell in.
