Laying here on the bed, I’m having a sad case of the nostalgias. Listening to Spotify to a couple of albums I owned like a century ago, Joe Cocker's Sheffield Steel and ELO's Time. I remember those particular albums well because I brought them with the Record Bar’s guarantee, if you don’t like it, bring it back. For a kid driving his Mom’s old '66 Dart with limited resources, that was a deal.
It’s funny how our lives change. How things we can’t seem to live without, never existed when I was a kid, let alone a thirty-something year old. Yet here I am running my life with device not much bigger than a cassette tape. I'm not big on nostalgia, though my kids may say otherwise. I like to keep my eyes forward. Oh I have friends (friend) and we speak fondly of the past. But we are both grandparents now, with basically the same problems we had when we had no grandkids.
But we do the best we can to forge ahead living our lives and dreaming our dreams. You wouldn’t think a person my age would have anymore dreams. Well, I do. For a really long time I was living on borrowed time. My body and my attitude were both ticking time bombs where fear led my life.
It wasn’t till four years ago that I had to honestly face my demons. Strung up between life and death, I had a decision to make. To live a life in peace or keep walking to an unmarked grave. I don’t mean to make it sound so grim, but that was pretty much how is was. The best thing I did other than fix my lifestyle, was lose my fear. I learned that some things you can’t control and that’s okay. Just as long as your conscience is clear and you know love, everything’s going to be okay. Right Beck?