Who me? Middle Aged?

Today's my birthday. No, really.

This past year has been a year of some real positive affirmations, in terms of my relationships with my family, my friends, the work that I do, and my ever-growing awareness of things happening around me. I often joke with people about how I feel I am getting so old, but really, there is still so much for me to learn, to discover, to experience, that in some ways, I still feel like I'm just a kid.

I once read a quote attributed to Hervey Allen that goes something like this:

The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.

Aside from the fact that this quote puts me in the "middle-aged" category, I think it is, for the most part, very true. And it's a good thing to know that my time of "living fully" is just at the beginning ...

Happy holidays, everyone. Here's to never being a servant to Regret.


(Note: If by looking at that picture you feel that you're experiencing deja vu, fret not. You've probably seen it here. It's the only baby picture of mine I have that's scanned. It works with this post though. Go with it.)