Being 50 is so strange. There are times when I feel like I am still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. There are times when I feel like I am 25 with the world is still in front of me. Then, I look in the mirror and the lines on my face and the extra weight around my waist tell me the truth. I am now headed out of the woods. I am on the latter part of my life. I feel like I left so much on the table. I feel like, well, is this it? Is this all there is?
Then, I look at my 3 daughters and realize that I have already accomplished all of my dreams. I am a father and there is nothing better. My goal is to be here as long as they need me. To be a father as long as possible. I am actually living the dream.
Yeah, it’s a melodramatic post. But, it’s my reality and I love it. Is there anything better than being a mother or a father, I think not. I am still fighting for goals, making records, playing shows, writing and fighting to be better. But the dream, my ultimate goal, that was accomplished the day I became a father.