My perspective continues to change, and my feelings about death increasingly line up with what I've liked to say for years: "I accept that I will die and I'm ok

My perspective continues to change, and my feelings about death increasingly line up with what I've liked to say for years: "I accept that I will die and I'm okay with that." I'm in no hurry to die, mind; life is wonderful, even when it's shit (well, like a cold shower, it's a lot better once I'm through the shit). Increasingly I'm okay with who I am, where I am, and what I've done, freeing me up to do what I really want to do. Mentally converting a lot of my physical stuff into shit to give away (so much gratitude to George Carlin), and actually giving it away (no regrets for any of it, either), has been a huge part of this process.