Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 33 years old.
Ever since I can remember, September has been a time of contemplation for me. Around Labor Day, I take advantage of the three day weekend to sorta turn inward. I take inventory of my life in its totality. I see what I have or have not done, where I can do better and if I need to make a shift in any area of my life. Some big decisions that have been made during this time include the following:
- Organizing a coup d’etat of the literary/writer’s club my senior year of high school ( I put out more publications that year then the club did the previous 3 years combined, w00t!)
- Meeting my wife’s family to see if I could marry into it (they passed and we got engaged in October)
- Bought my first house, signed docs on my birthday (though later backed out to pay for the wedding instead)
- Got married to my beautiful wife (My reminder: 18 (my b-day) + 4 (ever) = 22 (my anniversary))
