My Savior
Which makes me think today, “I’m to old for this.” Just then I lock up to a parking meter and see a cane leaning against a tree right by my bike. It’s like God thinks I’m to old and is just making fun of me.
But when do you get to old for something? Are you not to old yesterday and when you wake up today suddenly you are to old?
I don’t know. I think it’s less of a physical thing and more of a maturity thing. I think I’m to old to be a professional pack mule, asked to carry heavy packages via bicycle through downtown. Or, maybe I’m just to “mature”?
I may never know, because until I find something better or get the guts to quit this job, I just have to remind myself, “you’re not too old, you’re just a bicycle messenger.”
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