I’m forty years old today. Right where I need to be, in the middle of my life.
I have a lot of great things to remember and a lot to look forward to. I have been handed some things in the past few years, spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually, that I count as gifts. I just need to go with them.
Forty years ago I had the joy of learning to see. Forty years later I have, through no doing of my own, rediscovered that joy. The first half of life was about learning. This half is about un-forgetting. About doing, while knowing that I am not the actual doer. About being the one who moves, knowing that I am not the actual mover.
Couldn’t be happier, right here in the middle. With more blessings than a man can rightly feel he deserves.