I was washing my bike when it happened. Completely immersed in the detail and stunning badassery of the machine I call Spartacus. I almost didn’t even notice the darkening. Right over the horizon it went. It was, frankly, rather unremarkable. It just happened like it does every single night. Except tonight, the sun set on my 40s. Whoa.
There was a time I couldn’t imagine being 50 years old. It seemed so…OLD. Of course, on the eve of the half-century mark I know what horse crap that is. Perspective is everything, right?
I thought I would dread the day. I thought I would spend the whole year of 49 thinking, “OMG, I’m about to be 50! How is this possible?” Instead, I’ve kinda been too busy to get too worked up about it!
Life is like that, right? It’s what happens while you’re busy making other plans. It’s what happens between the dashes that are left when it’s over. As they say, whoever “they” are, time flies. Catch it while you can, I say. Use every 86,400 seconds of each day you’re given.
So tomorrow, I’ve taken the day off of work. I’m going to climb on my bike with one of my very favorite people and I’m going to ride. It’s a birthday tradition we have — riding as many miles as years. This will be my first ‘milestone ride.’ I’m going to feel the wind on my face, and be grateful that my body still moves well enough to do it. I’m going to ground myself in gratitude for a remarkable life full of amazing souls.
And when the sun sets on August 10, 2017, I’ll toast it as the start of the next half century. Look out. Here I come.