Feeling old from time to time? Maybe to old to give up the job and start being creative? Being caught between Austin Kleon‘s “keep your day job” and trying to get things done?
Thanks a lot to 99u.com to bring Charles Bukowski to my mind:
[…] but since I started so late I owe it to myself to continue, and when the words begin to falter and I must be helped up stairways and I can no longer tell a bluebird from a paperclip, I still feel that something in me is going to remember (no matter how far I’m gone) how I’ve come through the murder and the mess and the moil, to at least a generous way to die.