I talk a lot about my age truthfully because I am feeling it, especially after having been sat down for a few days.  A little over a month shy of 45 I'm in a peculiar place.  As the oldest of what folks called Generation X I have lived to see Martin Luther King assasisnated and a black president elected in this country.  I watched my parents pay .70/gallon for gas and have paid $4.00/gallon myself.  I have listened with my own ears to music coming from a reel-to-reel player as well as an iPod.  I have seen diseases become nearly extinct and others, particularly AIDS ravage the world and hit my community especially hard.

This place that I am in is peculiar because of where it sits. Smack dab in the middle of it all.  Not a senior, but experienced, not young, but youthful in outlook and approach.  Too old for some things for sure but definitely not too old to stop learning, experimenting, liberating, giving and loving. The first 44 have been beautiful and terrible, memorable and forgetable but that is the way life is.  In the 44 I have done my best to  save and change the world, one person at a time, including myself. Now

I'm hanging up my cape.

The dawn of 45 shines a spotlight on a world that doesn't require me to save it and I am relieved.  What the world requires me to do is love its people and make it better for all of us where I can.  Running on fumes is not required in order to do so, acting and speaking from a place of love is and that in itself is liberating. Now

I can ride the wave. Care to join me?  You may have to give up your cape as well...

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