It’s my 35th birthday today. I wasn’t planning on posting here but enough people read my Facebook reflection and said that I had to put it on here for all to see. So without further ado…
Birthdays are a funny thing. I see the day (June 29, 2015) posted all over the city, in the subway stations, in emails, on my phone, and I almost want to nudge the stranger next to me and say, “Hey guess what today is?” But today, just like every other day, is just a day to the vast majority of the human race. The me-ocentric significance is only realized by the people who know me, or are friends with me on Facebook. That my birthday, or anyone’s birthday, is great insignificance to the world, makes it that much more special to share the joy of the milestone with the small, fistful of people who do care.
Thanks for being a part of my journey. Even if I’ve never met you, your comments and emails have supported me more than you’ll ever know. The older I get, the more I cherish the memories I’ve made (and will continue to make) with the people I love the most. Onward…intentionally and purposely, no matter how much sand is left in the hour glass.Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
Life UpdateWhile I’m here, I figure now is a good time to tell you that in principle, I’ve finished my book on the Mongol Rally experience. It’s with my editor right now. The working title is: Borders, Bandits and Baby Wipes: A 10,000 Mile Journey In A Car Unfit For The Task.
I’m hoping to have it in a purchasable state of being by the end of the summer (or so). My online voice won’t be too far behind it. I’m still figuring out how frequently and in which manner it will be, but when I do, you’ll be the first to know.