Next year I turn 50. I sounds so old. If I am lucky, I’ll get maybe 30 years? Less, being an obese man.
On one level it seems like so little time. I’m maybe two thirds done with my life. But, it could be filled with so much possibility.
I’ve grown and changed so much over the last 30 years. I’m a better person then I was then. Twenty year old Kevin never thought he would be married. Or have a child. The last thirty years have been better than I would have guessed. So I am hoping the next thirty will be better still.
The only way to be better is to try to make it better. I can’t tell what the universe has in store. But, I can commit to growth and change.
Notes For Kevin 