-So, my birthday has come and gone. I am 49 years old now.

I don’t do New Year’s resolutions, because Jan 1 means nothing to me. What does mean something is my birthday, as I try to improve on the last year.

I have things I want to do, and the run up to 50 should be…something. Interesting? Tiring? They say God laughs at plans, but it doesn’t stop us from trying, does it?

I battle brain chemistry, inertia, history, and a lot more to move forward, or feel like I’m moving forward. I’ve cast off some people who’ve had access to me, people who clouded my outlook with a lot of negativity. That’s good.

I move forward in time with hope, a hope not yet dashed by the state of the world or my place in it. We’ll see where I end up when it’s all said and done.