It’s Time to Open Up that Closet

learn to pick your battles

More on how to pick your battles not only with spouse, partner and/or term of enchantment encampment!

After Forty this is what you will have to work with:

1. One ankle called Paul Bunion another named, Paul Ankle

2. Hammer toes and crow’s feet

3. An ice cream scoop handed down from your grandmother and two thin dimes.  If you are lucky you can learn the fine art of ‘scrapping’ metal…when jobs are few and tasks are many in the bank lack of booking department.

4. You will own two and a half riding and/or get you somewhere other than here, vehicles.  They will be the John Deere mower from 1963 and the old Dodge Pick Up you found in a pile marked FREE…via the side of the road.

5. Diplomas and educational experience will astound your closest four legged friends.  They will often use the excess paper to wipe the floor with your lowering self esteem.

6. Comfortable now, after many decades, in your own skin.  It will be that exact same skin that will sag and fall away to the floor and abandon you in your time of ‘low opinion of self’ need.

6. Learn to write everything down now!  Wait, what?  I forgot…was I suppose to write that down?

7. Affairs of the heart are soon to become what they have always been…eventually boring and not quite what you were looking for.

8. Love, if you are lucky, is deeper than sex and far better than foreplay, it is something that keeps you safe at night.

9. Dressing like your partner will sound fun but better left for the elite republicans that vacation at the Vineyard.

10. Eight hours of sleep, a Marlboro Red, a cup of strong but caring cup of Java and mild pain killers are all that I and you will need to get up and do it all again tomorrow.

I am what I am
I am my own special creation
So come take a look
Give me the hook or the ovationIt’s my world that I want to have a little pride in
My world and it’s not a place I have to hide in
Life’s not worth a dam
Till you can say, hey world, I am what I am

I am what I am
I don’t want praise, I don’t want pity

I bang my own drum
Some think it’s noise, I think it’s pretty

And so what if I love each feather and each bangle
Why not try to see things from a different angle
Your life is a sham
Till you can shout out loud, I am what I am

I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces

There’s one life and there’s no return and no deposit
One life so it’s time to open up your closet
Life’s not worth a dam
Till you can say, hey world, I am what I am

Why not try to see things from a different angle