It's Not Business, It's Personal

So this is going to be a personal thing. And as a private person, the question then becomes: How personal do I want to get?

Where am I right now?

I'm good. I'm really good. Lucky. Blessed.

It wasn't always this way. Or maybe it was, but I didn't see it.

I see now.

They say youth is wasted on the young. But maybe it really is wisdom wasted on the old.

I sure am wiser than I used to be. But maybe I'm just getting old.

In the 80s, there was this curmudgeon of a wrestler named Terry Funk, a Texas cowboy heel who they would call "Middle-Aged and Crazy!" He used to brand our heroes with an iron from his ranch and swing his fists at ghosts. I used to love to hate him.

But he makes more sense to me, now.

I'm not saying I'm crazy (I'll leave the middle-aged part alone), but the things I've done in my life probably only would make sense to few.

I'm being vague purposefully. I don't know how much I want to share. But it's always been personal, never business.

At least with me. Always personal.