Until very recently, this past Saturday to be exact, I used to live by the motto, "Don't let tomorrow's responsibilities slow down today's party". This was not some clever saying I said to look tough, many life events, some very important (my engagement, my wedding, too many of my buddies' weddings to count, the start of family vacations, etc.) occurred with a headache pushed into hiding thanks to nothing but a few Excedrin and pure grit, a grit only a young man can have...Well internet friends, I'M OLD. This was a horrific discovery. I've known this day was coming, and have caught glimpses of Old Man Time every once and a while, but until recently, have done a decent job of escaping his grip. Before I'd see a hangover as a necessary evil, making it easy to deal with, now I only see it as evil.
I'm changing up my tactic. Sure, I'll still party hard for special occasions, and most likely a few times for no occasion at all...but any change takes time. I thought that I was going to fear this, but in all honesty, I don't mind too much. Two Saturdays ago I was up at 5 a.m., had the yard mowed, went on a 7-mile run, cleaned the dishes, and did some random yard work, all by 11 a.m. I'm to the point where I'd rather do that than sleep till 9 and lay around for a few hours. Getting old is weird.
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