One year older

I find myself feeling a little philosophical today as I turn another year older. It was forty five years ago on this date that I came into the world, kicking like mad, in Cleveland, Ohio; a born soccer player no doubt. Where has the time gone? When I think back on my life so far, and all of the things I have done, it does seem like I've packed a lot into those years. At the same time, I've always lived a little bit in denial. As my friends have married, bought houses, had kids and settled down, I've bounced around the world like a college kid on perpetual break. Life as a starving writer has been a struggle at times, but I've managed to keep it interesting, working countless different jobs and living all around the world. So where to from here? That's a question I'm always asking myself. One thing I've accumulated in all these years is a long list of friends to visit, in all sorts of places. Hopefully this coming year I'll see as many of them as possible, and maybe even make a few more. So on this day of my birth, I'll take a moment to appreciate the good things in my life; the friends and family that make it worth living. Thanks to all!