I turned 50 this week, rather quietly.
No trips anywhere, I was going to at least take the day off, but since my co-worker was sick all week I did not want to leave the place unstaffed, so I came in.
My FB feed was full of birthday wishes, and as I drove into work that beautiful morning I took stock in life.
I am blessed with a wonderful family, the joy of my life. I have times struggling with whether I even am worthy to have such a wonderful wife and two young ladies. We live in a modest home, but the area is beautiful, and for the most part so are the people.
My job has had stagnation both mentally and remuneratively, but it has given me time to pursue other ventures and grow. Because of my volunteer work I've met more people in the last year than I have in the previous 16 years of my employment, learning from them and having a blast at the same time.
My health, knock on wood, seems good, actually better than good. My powerlifting regime in the gym and some new advice to eat more has resulted in continued growth in size and strength. With that I can hoist myself up like a gymnast, sprint like a gazelle and even my reflexes have improved to where I startle myself.
On the man front I've been told over and over I've come a long way, and for that I have so many here to thank. I also have my men's group to thank, but for this site I would have never had the courage to join one.
And in that I must mention; my group has decided to send me on the New Warrior Training Weekend, a week away at this writing. I have a full scholarship.
I resolve to not think too much about it, other than decide to have an open mind and heart, and put my cynicism away, if only for a little.