I’m 63 years old.

I used to think that life would get easier as I got older. It doesn’t. In some ways, it does get easier. I have (hopefully) more knowledge and wisdom, and with that knowledge and wisdom, I can navigate more steadily through life. There are those times when the road is smooth and straight and passes through beautiful vistas, and life seems more manageable and more beautiful. But life consistently throws me curves, creates potholes where there previously weren’t any, and sometimes, the road vanishes and hits a dead end.

Today, because of where I am in the world, I will “rage, rage against the dying of the light.” I’m older and have already lived the bulk of my life, but there are still things I want to do, things I want to learn, things I want to see, and things I want to say. At times, I’ve lived my life afraid of my own shadow, and this is my effort to step into the light. As we used to sing in Sunday School, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.” I realize that a few words on a website won’t change the world, but maybe, just maybe, it’ll make mine easier, more vibrant, more loving

So here I go with a not-so-consistent or ordered group of writings. I will talk about whatever happens to be on my mind at any moment in time. I will write about getting older, learning new things, re-learning old things, politics, art, music, and anything else that pops into my head. I will never claim to be an expert, and I won’t always be confident in my opinion because some of this is so that I can work out my opinions.

I’m doing this so I can rage against the dying light and hopefully smooth out the road.