For some reason, turning 44 this week feels auspicious.
Maybe it’s because it’s my favorite baseball player’s number.
Whatever the reason, I am ready for the new year and feel like whatever comes my way will change me for the better.
I thought getting older would mean I would relax on a plateau of wisdom. As if each birthday was a step closer to the truth about life.
Quite the opposite actually.
I have more questions than ever before.
Through the uncertainty, a few things remain constant.
The first being is once you have something figured out, guaranteed, it will shift until you no longer recognize it.
The second being the unconditional love I have for my boys. Trust me, this love gets tested more as they grow older (I’m looking at you, Full Speed!), but I am always grateful it is right below the surface.
The third and final constant is how comfortable you are with the unknown is proportional to how content you are with life overall. I certainly do not have this mastered. I prefer patterns and certainty.
Sometimes boring feels like a balm to the soul.
I hope my 44th year brings new friends, new adventures and lots of predictable days ahead.
Either way I’m game.
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