Growing older is not the closing act. It is the opening

All those insecurities. All the doubts.

What will people think if I say this, do that or wear this?

Self-persecution. On endless repeat.

All that worry, and life passes by. So fast you do not notice. Until you do.

One day, you realise you are closer to the ending than the beginning. 

You care less what people think and more about living.

About living.

In my 58th year, after 13 years of celibacy and a commitment to creating a great life that didn’t need another partner in it to be great, I met the love of my life and started a business that is the work of my life.

In my 60th year, I began my learn-to-surf journey.

This year, my first book is being published. 

I am just getting warmed up.

I am still shocked when I look in the mirror, for I feel as alive and vital as I ever have. The mirror tells me a story about my time on Earth. I am embracing my face in this decade. She has a story to tell. And while my life did not turn out as I expected in my youth – when does it ever – I remained, against the odds of a world system that seeks to distort, true to my integrity.

I am happier than I have ever been, and more fierce. Because we get to make a ruckus about injustice, or be consigned to the compost seeding oblivion for our youth.

There is much to learn. To embrace the changes in my body. Not so easy. 

To adventure in full while we can.

To love the moment, each one. Because wisdom teaches that this moment might be the last.

To love until you burst. And to fight for justice with your last breath. 

I am just getting warmed up. Watch out.

Photo Taken July 16th 2025, Article published August 20th 2025