I turned 50, and while I’m immature for my age and still look like a young Jim Palmer, my body has had lots of issues, requiring multiple hospital stays, a first for me. Having my emotions, committing to eating and exercise for real (not talk like before) and adjusting my outlook around what I am and am not responsible for in my life has been a real motherfucker of a process that I am currently in the middle of. I am grateful to be who I am and the perspective that I have, but sometimes the moment sucks and I just have to exercise mindfulness, patience and positivity regardless of what my first instinct might be. I’m learning that age brings perspective, which I’m harnessing to work for me, not to use as a club to batter against myself for my perceived shortcomings.