Technically we’re in the middle, but it feels like a beginning to me.
I will be 50 years old in a few weeks.
50. Fucking. Years. Old.
And I’m actually kinda stoked about it. Although, to be honest, I thought I’d feel more like a grown up by now. Can anyone give me an ETA on when I’ll start feeling like an adult?
This blog is going to chronicle my journey through my 50th year and what happened in my past that helped shape the person I’m becoming.
I can’t promise this will be interesting. I can promise it will be real.
And I hope you’ll join me while I sort it all out.