Time is Running Out

Recently, actor Bruce Campbell stated on a podcast that he has about five years left to live. He'll be seventy-three in five years, and I hope he sees that birthday and quite a few more after it. Bruce is one of the very few celebrities whose death I know I would mourn. His comments stuck with me because for the past few months, I've been thinking a lot about my own mortality. I don't have a terminal illness or any particular reason to believe I'm going anywhere anytime soon. It's just a vibe thing. Maybe it's part of a midlife crisis, but lately I've become aware that there isn't an unlimited amount of sand in this hourglass. It's been a strange sensation to make peace with. At first, there was some anger and probably a little fear, but slowly that turned into motivation. I started working on my Skin Deep book, The Blockbuster Chronicles, and a couple of other fiction projects. I went back through old blog posts that aren't currently online but that I'm still proud of, rewrote them,…