This is 50 (+)

My hair is gray but it's never looked better. I'm more physically active than any time in my life, playing pickleball and doing pilates. I'm a bass-player, who goes to the chiropractor regularly for neck and back issues. I'm tech savvy, even though I don't understand the difference between a reel, post, and story. Alcohol, a vice that used to make me feel like the life of the party, just brings panic attacks. My metabolism suddenly sucks, but my doctor says I'm quite healthy thanks to pharmaceuticals and supplements. And I'm starting to fear that my tattoo and face piercings look less badass and more tryhard.

I'm lucky to be alive and thriving. Feeling accomplished. And creative. And capable. And? Just fucking old. (According to my Gen Z daughter.)