A letter from February 23rd, 2018

Dear FutureMe, Ok asshole, it’s you, ugh it’s me, wait it is I, you from the future. Not really it’s not the future it’s today from me/you in the past. Well you should have had the balls resituated back to that of a horny teenager (hopefully). With any luck it worked and you’re closer to or at least have viable sperm and the ripe age of 43 and possibly be a father again by next year when you, I mean i’m 44. Hopefully your two adult children have shown you that you didn’t mess them up too bad growing up by encouraging you to become a new dad again. My amazing beautiful 32yr old wife will be thrilled, yup the one that vowed to never want children when you met her but here we are. Am I thrilled yet as of writing this? Heck no scared as hell! But I am excited about it, though worried it may bring what ever our already seemingly slow to move forward life is to a standstill. Midlife crisis? After a year plus of wondering wtf now, I still have no answer. I know I’m not a purchase a sports car type of guy, Oh I have this screwy anxiety occasionally that I just can’t get used to when it bothers me. I honestly believe it’s a type of ptsd from my lunatic ex wife and I had to relearn what normalnia like. Hopefully I get my ambition back and things like new adventures like moving far away or ski patrol or even going back to school to get into a nursing program excite me again. Could it be blue tape, but blue tape came after. Holy crap I know, what’s 43 suffers no hair loss and has underdedined muscle tone? You asshole. By this letter you had better be working out regularly again, at least done daily cardio or running, the rest will fall into place as far as workouts. Maybe just cardio or maybe some weights. Well don’t know if I set any goals but we’ll see in less than a year.