My Existential Angst is Based on Longevity and Therefore Bullshit

I have been getting anxious about growing old. Consequently, I haven’t been very creatively motivated. But what if I am not growing old? What if I am only a few weeks away from finding out I have a terminal illness?  This happens all the time, I just heard about two instances of it this weekend.  If that were to be the case, that everything I was going to get to do would need to happen in the next month, I would get a move on it. I might even start a blog.

PS – In the future, if there is a future, I will try to do better with my verb grammar.  Surely that second to last sentence could be improved.