Technically – on paper – I guess I’m middle aged. It’s true. I’m 43. My once-luxurious dark hair has faded with the years. I now rock the salt and pepper look. But I’m still young at heart. And that feels fine.
In the days of my youth, I pursued whatever interest struck my fancy. My lifelong interest in martial arts? Yup. Purging the memories of being the small kid in class by becoming a cop? Check. Too shy around girls? No proble… uh, next question.