In less than 10 hours I turn 45.
Five years ago, at 40, I made a slim list of things to do. My way of staving off the slimy-scare of becoming a middle-ager who starts thinking about sleek red cars or eye-candy human-accessories.
I rememeber having a pint with artist/designer Beth Oberholtzer.
Five years ago, at 40, I made a slim list of things to do. My way of staving off the slimy-scare of becoming a middle-ager who starts thinking about sleek red cars or eye-candy human-accessories.
I rememeber having a pint with artist/designer Beth Oberholtzer.
No doubt tired by my recounting of life thus far, Beth asked a simple question. "Okay Bruce, what do you want to do?"
I didn't think, I sputtered: "Write a book?".
There's something good about approaching 45 with that conversation done. Better yet is the certainty that I have one thing off my 'birder's-list'. Lots yet to do, but I am now starting the next (even slimmer) list with less agnst.
There's something good about approaching 45 with that conversation done. Better yet is the certainty that I have one thing off my 'birder's-list'. Lots yet to do, but I am now starting the next (even slimmer) list with less agnst.
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