54 at 54: Thoughts from the Slightly Wiser Side of Half-a-Century

By now, most houseplants should be afraid of me because I’ve unintentionally sentenced too many to an early demise.
Coffee is not just a drink; it’s a love language. Deep, sincere, unconditional love.
Bad coffee is a blatant crime against humanity.
I should stop counting the voices in my head.
Napping is not a sign of laziness but a strategic and wise investment in the next part of my day.
The older I get, the more I appreciate socks and books as gifts.
Every decade, the amount of patience required to deal with idiots seems to triple.
The ability to laugh at your own mistakes is the mark of a seasoned human being.
The longer I live, the more valuable a good chair and a great bed becomes.
Wine doesn’t get any better with age; it’s just an excuse to keep it longer. Whiskey on the contrary…
Memories are the building blocks of my castle in the sky.
The enthusiasm for assembling Swedish furniture diminishes proportionally with age.
I realize that holding onto anger is like trying to hold water in my hands—it slips away, leaving me exhausted.
Everyone should have that one dance move that has no name and defies all conventions. Mine is patented.
Over time, calendars become less about what I have to do and more about what I want to remember.
Music becomes a time machine; one song can teleport me decades back, to galaxies far away and people that will never be really gone.
Comfort beats style. Always.
Wisdom is knowing when to speak and when to sip coffee silently.
Real heroes wear aprons, wield spatulas, and have a secret recipe.
The best friendships are like old jeans – they fit just right, no matter how long it’s been.
The real fountain of youth is a combination of good humor, smokey bbq and well selected hydration.
Most life lessons are learned when the Wi-Fi is off.
The older I get, the more I appreciate a great watch.
It’s perfectly fine if my favorite kind of party now starts at 6 pm and ends by 11:30 pm.
My mind needs books as a whetstone if it’s to keep its edge (Tyrion Lannister)
The best stories begin with “Remember when…”.
Never stop learning. Never stop questioning. Never stop wondering.
The joy of watching my daughter play isn’t just in her fun but in my memories.
Always trust someone who has books in their house.
Sometimes the most significant act of rebellion is questioning the status quo.
Real wealth is taking the time to appreciate a sunset, a starry night, the handshake of a good friend.
The most precious and underrated gifts are time, attention and honesty.
Wisdom is knowing which battles to fight and which ones to bookmark for later.
With age comes the understanding that not every email requires an immediate response. Most don’t.
A compliment from a child is the most honest form of praise.
If you haven’t started talking to plants, clouds and furniture, just wait a few more years.
The best fitness routine is dancing like nobody’s watching. In the shower.
Silence isn’t empty; it’s an endless question, full of answers.
It’s okay to unlearn things, especially if they weighed you down.
The older I get, the more secret places I have for snacks.
A genuine friend is someone who knows the song of my heart.
WD-40 if it needs to move. Duct tape if it shouldn’t move.
I’ll judge your pizza on its pineapple.
Gray hairs are just glitter strands given by life.
I’ve survived 100% of my worst days, and that’s impressive.
The silence of the night is the most underrated therapist. My nights are better than your days.
My compass is set to SXSW, it helps me find true north.
A lack of curiosity is disturbing.
Age is merely a number; it’s the stories behind those years that matter.
Truth to Power, Power to Justice: always take the high road.
Kindness is a weapon of the strong, not a sign of weakness.
There’s an art to perfecting the ideal room temperature, and it’s a lifetime journey.
Young at heart, slightly older in other places.
Even at 54, the only answer that matters is 42