You see, most every day round 5 am in half sleep, before I get out of bed, I love to drift for a bit feeling 19. Then after that 'snooze alarm' rings and startles me the 2nd time I hear my Freeman cousins yell from way back when.
"Up and Adam! Shit, shower, and shave! We're burning daylight!"
Aargh!, as I do the morning shuffle for the shower with kinks. "Ahhh... But now life is good, ain't it?" As I wake up all wet warm nice and feeling around 40 again.
Then I step up to the bathroom sink, grab my toothbrush, and take that first look into the mirror and bust out laughing! "Who the hell is that!?" "OMG! It's Dad!" :O) No, it's just me, get over it.
I glance at my iPhone to check the time and dang!, I gotta git to git'n! The day is calling! I shake off those little reminders that I'm no longer 19 or 40 and take one last moment to chant my morning ritual before I head out the door.
I am a warrior. I am a lover. I am an artist. (repeat) (repeat) (repeat)
Then I hustle myself into the day like a Spartan. After all, there's only one speed!
Come evening around 11 pm (depending on the day of the week) the little reminders begin again to whisper. Even though, this very custom built one of a kind model is actually in not too bad a shape, if you factor in the years and the mileage, it's tired. In my head I want to keep going. Just one more thing. But I know, like really, it's time to stop.
I'm better at it nowadays with a lot more humility. I accept the little reminders and I'm grateful they're still small as I count the blessings of another full day.
Then last call arrives dear loved one's and friends,
as I drift past the smiles we've shared