Life Begins At Forty

It's a new year in my book. I'm one year older, there's one less year I have to live, one year closer to having my career in order, and most importantly, one more year closer to the day the bible predicts.
This year I decided not to make a list of change, because with lists there can only be two solutions, success or failure. I tend to see life outside the lines of a book. There are a thousand ways to the end, with countless paths you can pick. Some right, some wrong, some better, some neutral, and I in no way claim to be a saint. I'm stained with the devil's blood himself. But, for once in my life, I'm choosing to take responsibility for my actions. I'm choosing to be the responsible person I've always imagined. I'm finally starting what I should have done years ago. I'm getting my life in order.
I can never forget this one thing my grandfather said to me, "it's not about how you start in life, it's about how you finish." The wisdom in those words. He acknowledged I would make mistakes, I would stray, I would waist time doing nothing. And yet, he made it known to me that no matter the mistakes I would make, that I could still finish, which in the end is most import.
Now, it's time for the change. Weeding out is the first stage. I'm weeding out situations, people, things, and everything else that has everything to do with nothing. If I don't answer my phone, I don't want to talk to you. If you all of a sudden don't see me online anymore, I blocked you. If you see me and I don't acknowledge your existence, you don't exist, at least to me and in my mind.
I've gone my length. I've tried my best. I did what I believed was right. I never made a choice because it would benefit me. I loved everyone. Now, it's time to let go of everything and everyone.

It's your turn.