Birthday

Today is my birthday. I am 42 years old. The joke I've decided to adopt for the day is to reference the Hitchhikers Guide books and complain that I still don't know the secret to Life the Universe and Everything. Yet looking at what has happened to me in the past year and wondering how it's all going to play out in this next year makes me wonder if I'm not closer than ever to finding out the truth about Life the Universe and Everything.

I've written before how crazy this last year has been. I've written it for myself over and over. Today marks the end of nine consecutive months of writing in my journal every single day. All but 5 of those days have been over 750 words. So through all these changes in my life I've been recording. Nine months in makes me feel good that I've got a solid habit that I believe that I can keep up, hopefully for the rest of my life. Typically I've been writing about what has happened to me. But lately I've been thinking that I want to write more about what I want to happen to me. Looking forward is not a standard position for me. But in this next year I want to live a little bit more in the future. Maybe I can spilt the difference and end up living more in the present. Well see. Let's let it be this morning that I'm filled with hope and surrounded by the love of those that care for me.