Wild Child

I had a great day Sunday. I couldn't sleep, so I snuck out of the house early in the morning, cranked up Jem on the CD player, drove all through Provo Canyon, and ran away for the day. I drove fast on winding roads, got lots of sun and fresh air, had an amazing chair lift ride up the mountain, ate a crazy good sandwich at Sundance, and had a fabulous time. It was exactly what the doctor ordered.

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I'll be 46. Not that 46 is old--I've heard that 50 is the new 30 after all, so I'm really only going to be about 26. But even so, I've been around awhile now. Some days my 20s seem like just yesterday, and others so long ago that I think they were just a dream. When opportunity smacks you upside the head and gives you a chance to look your past square in the eyes and reconcile it with your present--that, my friends, is an eye-opener. You may not be where you want to be in life, or look the way you want, or a host of other things, but do it anyway. You have to take those opportunities when they come, because if there's one thing that growing older has taught me, it is this: those chances don't always come back around for a second try. Carpe diem.

I had so much time up there to think and work things out, and I really created a fresh start for myself. Look at your true self, see where you are, reassess, correct your course, and move on. I'm not going to beat myself up anymore for what I did or didn't do. I keep looking at the past from my current position, and of course everything I did looks insane! That's why we get better with age (in most respects). But at the time, I struggled with things, made decisions one way or the other, and tried to make the best of whatever the consequences of those decisions entailed. Is that something to regret? Of course not!

So it's all good, things have a way of working out, and I am embracing it and being happy.