“Pre-50 me would’ve judged Crocs like they were a moral failing.”

My wife still tells me I need a haircut, and my sons groan when I play country music. Last week, I described something as “absolute cinema” and my sons looked at me like I’d committed a crime. I’ll book the haircut eventually. But I’m not rushing. And when I wake up tomorrow, however my hair looks is how it’s going to stay.

This article originally appeared in HuffPost.