My birthday is this week. I’ll be 51 years old.
After going through the intensive trauma therapy, and coming to grips with the reality of my life situation, I’ve realized how much time — valuable, valuable time — I lost. It makes alternately furious/deeply grief stricken, and determined to make the most of whatever time I have left on this earth.
I’m revamping my work life. I’m taking control of my marriage. I’m renewing my spiritual life. I’m focusing on improving my health.
And I’m doing it all at once. Right now.
Because now is the only time I have. The past is gone. My youth is gone. All I have is today.
I’m not going to let these birthdays bother me. They are what they are. And having another birthday beats the alternative, so bring ‘em on.