What a year it’s been. It’s tough to know where to start so it seems only appropriate to start at the end. This year, more than any other, I find myself looking back far beyond the last 12 months. I catch glimpses of laughter and loitering, lingering long past the end of parties, and pondering this and that. Many faces flash past and I find myself zooming to hear and now. So much of has changed. So much has stayed the same. And I catch my breath long enough to laugh again. I have so many wonderful people in my life, seen so many amazing things… and I feel like I’m just getting started.

It’s probably normal to intro/spect far beyond normal in the years that large milestones are reached. 40. Crazy. I’m an old man and I love it.


That’s all I want. For my birthday, I want peace and quiet. Invariably, given my line of work, I’m just swamped.

This year is no different. Yesterday, I was at 4 places in 8 hours, none of which were less than 20 miles from each other. So, for this holiday season, all I want is a warm night in front of a fire, hot chocolate in hand. Crystal and I will watch a movie and fall asleep with the aftermath of a s’mores and pastry massacre left uncleaned.


I’m turning 40. Holy shit. I’m turning 40. I have no idea what to do with that. 

 I may or may not be freaking out a bit.

More on this as the day draws near.