My Inner Curmudgeon

As I aged, and the weariness of life, and its experiences brought forth my inner curmudgeon, I didn’t like it, wanting to be rid of it, and it’s grumpy view. The thing was, I could now understand all those, grumpy, old people of my youth. It all made sense. I think you not only have to be a certain age, but go through a number of negative experiences to come to the conclusion that most of life is BS, or at least most people are full of it. However, after 5.5-years of trying to fight it, I’ve come to a lovely acceptance of it. In fact, I’ve come to love my inner curmudgeon. It’s me, it’s who I’ve become, and I like it. There is nothing so freeing as accepting who you are, and loving yourself as you are. ❤️