It is the best day of the year, and the most IMPORTANT day of my life.
I have reached the ripe age of Fifty … Harry would be 37 years old today.
I woke up very early this morning, as the sun was coming up. Just to be quiet for a time and appreciate that when I did get up this morning, that my heart was still beating.
I survived. I made it all this way. Miraculous, really. Who knew I’d live this long ?
What has changed ? I jettisoned a whole bunch of takers from my life. I re-ordered my priorities, and closed the book on the last chapter of my life.
Today, we begin writing the next decade …
When I turned 40, and the years that followed, I realized that I KNEW things for sure. It was only after I crossed the 40 mark that that began to dawn on me. So I suppose that whatever I am supposed to know now, will materialize on the days, weeks, months, and years that will follow.
Another personal cull is waiting in the wings, and I will know that list by the close of business today.
All I know is that NOW, instead of Forty years, I now have Fifty years of practical life experience and a BUNCH of sober knowledge about many people. Intimate knowledge that has helped the cull process.
I really know who I want in my life, and who I don’t. I know what I am willing to invest in and what I won’t. I have sobriety that was proofed in the furnace of vulnerability. I got down and dirty in the arena, while everyone else watched from the stands.
Only three people got in the arena with me.
If you aren’t in the arena with me, getting your ass kicked, I don’t need your feedback.
I’ve changed things up here on the blog. Added a few things, took others away.
I’ve decided to embrace the wisdom and look of a fifty year old. So that is a thing.
There are a few things I really need to focus on over the next little while.
Fifty feels good right now. That may change. We’ll see …
Anyways, Happy Birthday Harry …