I’m a very strange bird. I’m fifty-five years old, which automatically puts me at somewhat of a disadvantage in many ways. You know what I mean, I don’t need to list all my shortcomings. However, there are a few advantages to having lived so long. It’s called experience.
Hang with me for just a couple minutes and then share with me your thoughts. I believe it would be unanimously agreed upon that you should love the one you’re with. Agreed? That would be pretty crazy to be with someone, and your thoughts and heart were elsewhere. Quite honestly that could even be considered sick. Pretend just for a second that you are walking on the beach with that special person, hearing the waves and watching that once in a lifetime sunset, but your thoughts are elsewhere. My heart is breaking for your loved one. I’m not talking about infidelity; I just mean you are not entirely present in the conversation. You are thinking, I would never do that, that’s terrible. The truth is, we are doing it every single day, and we are killing our intimate relationships.