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OUTSIDE THE FENCE: Breaking rules is not as fun anymore

As a younger me, I lived by the adage that rules were made to be broken.
As I aged, I realized that rules are guidelines to life. Boundaries of sorts that keep the good order and discipline of the world in line.
That doesn’t mean I obey all rules. It would be against my nature to follow without question.
Pushing boundaries has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. But the older I get, the less appealing it has become in some areas. Living on the edge without control of the outcome is not something I like to do any more. The thrill of getting away with something is slowly fading as the morning pain in my joints increases.
The morning that 2020 dawned last week, I was having one of those stretching and then looking for the ibuprofen days. Clutching my coffee and watching the news unfold on TV, I thought about New Years in my younger days when the coffee was a necessity to wake up my system and the ibuprofen was for the pounding headache brought on by celebration.
No rules applied on New Years Eve. There was no holding back, no control over how much alcohol one should consume in order to be a functioning human the next day. No worry about the consequences of stepping over the line.
I wondered, as I waited for the college football games to begin, when my New Year’s went from “Man, I had a great time,” to “I hope I can stay awake for end of the last game tonight,” mode.
I’m not complaining about getting old, I am worrying about having left my edge somewhere along the road of life.
It might have been the changing of the decade that brought about this retrospect. Whatever it was, I wondered about the people along the way who were a part of the line crossings in my lifetime.
I wondered if they too had been to bed before midnight struck on the eve of 2020 or if they had more fortitude than I and rang in the New Year. I wondered as my head cleared of the normal morning fog, if theirs were thick with the aftermath of the night’s celebration.
Settling into the comfort of my Lazy Boy, wrapped in the newest of my growing collection of warm blankets, I came to the conclusion that some things are now a younger person’s game. As we age our playing days become fewer and fewer but we acquire more wisdom.
The time has come to stand on the sidelines and impart the wisdom of how the game should be played on the edge of rules, while the younger ones take the beatings of life.
I think I will take a liking to this new role.