My dear Jester,
Yes, that’s me. Yes, I’m writing a letter to myself. I did that last year too. I think. I guess I could look it up but it really isn’t that important. Anyway…
So, this is 40…?
*Looks around and nods.*
Okay. This is 40.
Why shouldn’t it be? You’ve had quite the adventure.
Married. Three kids. Two cats. Home owner.
Six cities. Ten jobs. More roles than that. More managers than that too as it turns out.
You’ve been to the top of more mountain passes than you can remember. You’ve snowboarded on seven different mountains. You’ve been to (at least) sixteen different states. You’ve been to four different countries.
You’ve been a DJ, a beach bum, a blogger. You’ve been a raver, a husband, a father. You’ve been a friend, a brother, a son. You’ve been lost, mentally and physically. You’ve been a part of four published books and you have words in at least that many still waiting to be published.
You see? Adventures a plenty. Why, you could write a story for each of the sentences above. The time you watched the sun rise over the mesas on a backpacking trip in New Mexico. The time you were in whiteout conditions on the slopes in Colorado. The time you thought you might like to try and become a professional beach volleyball player. The time you watched your first son being born, your second son being born, your third son being born. The time you looked down from the top of Whitney. The second time you looked down from the top of Whitney. The day you brought your kitten rescues to their forever home. The day you stood on the side of a mountain and vowed love and adventure to your Queen. And on and on and on.
Adventures. A. Plenty.
So, why the letter at all? Are you confused about the number? Are you just bragging about all you’ve been able to accomplish so far?
*Looks around and shrugs shoudlers.*
You don’t know and that’s okay.
I’ll tell you this, my dear Jester, you better hang on tight because there is still so much to do, to see. There is still so much to learn! The next 40 years are going to be a whirlwind of adventures. They won’t all be good, of course. That’s the way it goes. That’s as it should be. But, there will be more good than you can imagine. And, I know your brain. I know you can imagine quite a lot.
So, be patient. You need to work on that. Hug your kids. Kiss your wife. Pet your cats. Take the trips. Put in the hard work when it is needed. Fix the sinks. Take care of the house. Go camping. Go backpacking. Go on bike rides and walks. Go to the beach. Watch the movies. Listen to the all the music you possibly can. Struggle. Triumph. Cry. Smile. Love every single second of it all as much as you can.
Because why not.
And let me know when the number ticks up one more. I want to hear what stories you’ll have to share then.
Have a great year,