This month I turn 45. That’s five years older than Dave Barry was when he wrote “Dave Barry Turns 40”. And I don’t even want to think about the other ways in which that makes me old. I’m not going to do the whole “where did the time go?” shuffle. Holy crap, though, I need to meet my goals.
Have to say though, I’ve crossed some big ones off this year. Feels like I’ve been setting myself in position for the next few.
Should I lament not being a famous writer space traveling music star? Increasingly I think not.