Random Thoughts From A Sleep Deprived Mind

It’s one thing to look back at old times and think about how great it was back then.  It’s another thing to realize, right as you are living in the moment, how great usythose times are. 

That happened to me tonight.  I realized these are the days that I am going to look back on with fondess in the decades to come.  I’m happily married, I have a good job.  I have my health — in fact, I don’t think it is a stretch to say that physically I feel better now than I have at any other time in my life.  I have a happy work/life balance.  I get to RV and hike.  I have reconnected with friends from years ago while keeping the ones I have currently.  My weekends are full of hockey, Geocaching and road trips.   I have my photography, my ghost towning, my BBQ.  Multiple times each week I get to gather with good people and share a drink or two and many more laughs.

I wish I could take credit for my success, to say it was some sort of master plan that I put into motion years ago but I can’t.  It was a series of individual decisions, made with the best information available at the time and some lucky coincidences that brought me to this spot.

I just thought I should take a moment and thank everyone of you for being a part of it in some way.  Whether we meet for beers or play hockey together or you are just some anonymous hit on my website, you make it happen for me.

Isn’t this a great time to be alive?  This is our golden age, so let’s make sure we really enjoy it before it becomes just another memory.

 

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