Happy Birthday to me!
Here’s a secret that I can share with everyone.
All my life I’ve been petrified of hitting my TRULY mid 40’s. Don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that before. But it’s true. Here’s why.
When I was a little kid, I was always told that my Mom’s Dad died when he was 46. And I was told that I was a lot like my Grandpa. Put together the logic of a 9 year old and do the math.
As a teen, I thought I would that the Beatles woulda reunited, blonds would learn to like me and I would change the world before I was 21.
As a 20-something I really believed that the Leafs woulda won the Cup at least a half dozen times by the time I reached my mid-30’s.
In my mid 30’s, I hoped at the very least that I would be an MP by the time I hit 46 or so.
But then again, how bad is it? Really.
Torii showed up when I was 30. Wonder….
When I hit 41 – I became a Dad again. Amazing.
Turning 44 – Owen.Wow.
And I am now in the mindset of not someone looking at an age as a deadline or a target, but rather as a milepost. C’mon, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. Forty-Six? Snap out of it dude!
You got it made.
But, uh, I’m still waiting for the flying cars?
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