With a fire in my belly, I seldom get cold feet! But as I approach the age of 65, the fire has worked its way through the logs of experience and it remains for me to poke about in the embers, enjoying the afterglow. But do I have to settle for the heat of embers, the warmth of memories, the tingling sensations of an orgasm that has been a good life? Or can I find a prod that will once again stir up the fervor that was mine when I was in college – when I first discovered that my art came from a place deep within me, speaking for me in a way that at first blush, my words could not express.
I have a burning desire to find the answer to this, to make my 65th birthday a celebratory explosion of self-discovery or perhaps, recovery so that however I choose to stoke my fire, I will be able to share some of that heat through whatever way I choose to spend the last fifty years of my life. Ain’t optimism grand!
I have a burning desire to find the answer to this, to make my 65th birthday a celebratory explosion of self-discovery or perhaps, recovery so that however I choose to stoke my fire, I will be able to share some of that heat through whatever way I choose to spend the last fifty years of my life. Ain’t optimism grand!