As the sun went down on the eve of my 45th birthday, tears welled up in my eyes as I sat alone at the water’s edge — yet surrounded in spirit by those I call my closest family and friends. It feels like I’ve finally found myself, my family, my partner, my tribe and my purpose.
I look down at my hand and wonder what it will look like in another 45 years. Will it recite the stories of my hard work? Will it show the lines of caring for those I love? Will it tell me that I’ve done my best? Will it look like the hand of the man, the human, I want to be?
Here’s to a new year, a good year, another chance to do it right.