So, it’s my birthday. I’m 35 today, which seems a bit insane to me. Not nearly as insane as the Cookie Monster looks, but still.
I’m not exactly old, but not exactly young, either. I feel that. But I’m certain I’ll feel this way for at least five more years. Because then, 40, and what, midlife crisis?
Probably not. I’m not in a position where anything has grown stagnant for me and where I’m searching for that greener grass of the other pasture. No, my life is constantly in full flux. I am always excited for the next opportunity, the next story to tell, which is the same as it’s always been.
I did consider tallying up my accomplishments and regrets, but that felt a bit dark. So I just thought about my wins versus losses, and I think I’m doing just fine. No matter how I define “success”, what is important is that I recognize them all.
I have a new book coming out. That’s awesome.
But I also woke up to this breakfast at 4:30 this morning.
Yeah, my wife loves me.
And yesterday, before the rain washed it away, I was greeted at my parents’ by this “driveway birthday card”, made by my daughters and nieces. Another win.
My life is full, but there’s always room for whatever’s around the next turn. So here’s to those turns, and to 35, and to whatever lies ahead.
May it only get better!
Thanks, Shawn. I’m hoping for the same.