My name is Harold and yeah I can be weird at times, but I believe that I am pretty well grounded in who I am and where I am going with my life.
Time to Run Again, is my blog – not yours, please remember that. I pay the bills, therefore I get to write about what interests me. This also means that I will decide when and what is published on my blog. Those are the rules and they are pretty simple.
I am retired and have had a pretty normal life up to now. I went in the U.S. Coast Guard at 17, got married, had kids, retired from the Coast Guard at 38, got divorced, found a new life and wife, worked with troubled youth, became a Special Education teacher, got injured playing racquetball, which led to getting fat and unhealthy (physically & mentally), so in 2011 – I left teaching.
It took time to get healthy, while I did I blogged a lot about my journey and was offered the opportunity to become a professional blogger and after a couple of didn’t like the underside of that profession and retired again.
I got bored, went back to work for a local University and in 2017 my Brother-in-Law died suddenly at age 66, we decided to focus on living life well. I know that we will never be rich or famous, but we have a good life, luckily we are mostly low maintenance (except for my running shoe obsession) and we seem to be moving in the right direction – for us.
I don’t have any special initials behind my name, so I don’t claim to be an expert at anything, but I am still alive after more than 60 years, still run a bit too much, eat fairly reasonably most of the time, use technology to complicate my life and at the same time am trying to simplify my life wherever I can.
I don’t worry about living up to a carefully constructed online persona that doesn’t resemble the person I really am, there are enough of those people and blogs out there. I have a life that has warts, pimples and sometimes expels noxious green clouds, which you will get to read and see parts of.
No, I probably will not always agree with all of the readers here or people that I know in real life. We all have opinions, thoughts, and perspectives, it might just mean that mine is different than yours. Which is how life actually is and as long as we agree to disagree in a civil manner about our opinion, most of the time it ain’t a big deal. I believe in a live and let live philosophy as long someone doesn’t attempt to force their philosophy on me.
My core values are:
However, I usually don’t take myself all that seriously most of the time and getting old is a helluva lot better than the alternative as long as I am healthy and have most of my faculties intact. I also plan to have some fun while living the best life that I can and delay as much as possible the ravages of Father Time.
There is no doubt that I am getting old and do struggle with some of the physical and/or mental changes that I have no control over. Also, I know that at some point in the next 20-30 years that I probably will die and I think about that a bit more than I used to. However, the way I look at it I have a great life and I am enjoying most of the things about getting to be old in today’s world, despite what the media might have us think.
Unfortunately, because I am stubborn and don’t always remember that I am getting older, I might lose touch with reality sometimes (actually quite often). As a result, I often do interesting stuff and then write about it for your reading pleasure. Yeah, I don’t mind you laughing out loud or smiling at some of my latest escapades of Harold being Harold.
Father Time or the Grim Reaper if you like, is unbeaten as far as we know, but I have a feeling he enjoys a good laugh now and then. So I plan to keep tinkering with the gonna keep living forever idea and have fun, while he chuckles at my lame efforts to stay half a step ahead of him, at least until he finally decides to catch me.