What a drag it is getting old

I’ve been feeling old lately. This is really the first time I’ve felt that way since most people tell me I look way younger than my actual birthdays. Looks aside (yes, the gray hairs are there and my mug is a bit more lined than when I was 30), I’m feeling older because I’m getting grumpier. And more sore every morning. And complacent. Oh man, that complacency thing is a real kick in the shorts. I’m an active guy, someone who grows restless just by sitting still for a few hours. If the phone isn’t ringing by 8 am on a Saturday morning to go do the countless things that satisfy my soul – rock climbing, mountain biking, snowboarding, skateboarding, surfing – I’m an anxious mess. Or at least that’s how I used to be. Now, I look forward to sleeping in, going out to breakfast or mowing the lawn. Seriously, what the…