Greetings, friends. As I write this, there is bag of ice on my lap. Why, you ask? Because I pulled my groin in Brazilian Jiujitsu (BJJ) class, while rolling with someone who was literally a third of my age. I was attempting a scissor sweep from open guard. (Yes, that means something to some people reading this.) …Which totally should have worked, but something “down there” literally snapped. I heard it.
Getting older sucks, my friends.
But it got me thinking about my journey to this moment. I’ve written about it before, but I think it’s worth revisiting. Being old, I do find myself revisiting the choices I’ve made in my life. It takes a certain mood and strength to tolerate thinking about my bad choices. But I take deep pleasure in recounting the good choices, mostly because there have been so few of them. And perhaps the wisest choice I ever made was done when I was 19 years old, in September of 1986.
