I used to write a lot.
My dad used to write a lot.
He is from a generation deprived of instant messaging, skyping, texting, pinging and poking people virtually.
Instead he wrote preachy letters to mom like a school teacher to his pupils extolling the virtues of moderation in everything about life.
I don’t write a lot these days.
Neither does my dad.
I used to feel guilty about not writing.Guilty about the so-called-squandering of immense talent that I possessed.
I don’t feel guilty these days.
Marriage has the ability to mellow men.
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I no longer drive rashly, speed, cut people off, indulge in road rash.
I eat healthy.
No more experimentation with new found supplment combos that can supercharge life.I’m a whole food guy who just minds the macros.
I excercise moderately.
Seven minutes of exercise.
I’ve even got an app that makes me do jumping jacks and squats and ab crunches on my smartphone.
No alchohol, no tobacco.
No fringe news groups.
So I don’t leave the toilet seat down…or up, whatever, and I don’t indulge in as much house-work as my wife expects me to, but so what?
I never professed about being perfect.
I’ve become a moderate.
Moderation is my middle name (unofficially)
I am becoming my dad, but I’ve mellowed enough to be Okay with it!