One Brick Short

So I was taking the Blast out for a birthday ride, contemplating 50 and, as I leaned the bike into the a corner and accelerated out, I decided to just cut it out.

I’m going to cut out taking myself so seriously and start being serious about myself. Instead of taking every comment and rude brush off or angry comment as a soul arrow, I’m going to brush it off and let it go. It’s someone else’s issues being inflicted on me and I have enough issues of my own, thank you.

I’m going to cut out making trouble for myself and concentrate on making trouble for others.

I’m going to cut out being scattered and trying to keep interested and get interested in what I’ve scattered.

I’m going to quit complaining about the quality of equipment with which I work and just work with what I’m given. If it ain’t mine, I can’t fix it so I just gotta do the best I can.

Finally, I’m going to cut out letting little things and little people far away dictate my moods. I’m going to dictate my own mood and the hell with them.

The best part of being 50, I thought, opening up the throttle, is that I’ve lived long enough to earn the right to refuse to take crap anymore.