I’ll be honest. Being 42 ain’t no joke. In my 20’s, I never contemplated what it would be like to be this age, what I would be like. Not that I was thinking that I may not live this long. Just that being in my 40’s never really crossed my mind. Like ever.
Back then, I was living in the moment. A newly-minted resident of Los Angeles; young, taut and free from pesky thoughts about things like health insurance (Who needs it?), healthy eating habits (Skittles aren’t considered fruit?) and 401Ks (Uhh, what the hell is that?).
Fast-forward 20 years and health insurance is hella crucial. Hello, this bursitis and arthritis ain’t gonna treat themselves. My metabolism left me like a dead-beat dad who owes child support and I discovered a 401K is not actually a freeway in LA. I’ve learned a lot during my 498 months on this planet. And possibly due to my love for adult libations, I’ve forgotten quite a bit, too. I’ve made mistakes, made great friends, probably some enemies and a bunch of random revelations. Here they are in no certain order.
Come back next week for Part 2. I’ll admit, it gets a little weird.
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