Reflections on 38 Years
Today I am 38. Some days I feel not a day over 20. Others, I feel 80. This is aging, I guess. Where you look back and think, "How did I get here? I can't possibly be this old." I'm getting closer to 40 (which, for the record, I don't fear), and this makes me think a little about where I have been and where I'm going. I'm not where I thought I'd be when I was a kid, or ten or even five years ago. But where I am is pretty good . . . and I need to remember what I have done, instead of kicking myself for what I haven't yet. I've been to Europe, but not Asia. There's much of the world that I still haven't seen. But I will. I've met a President, a pop star, an Academy Award Winner, and a Supreme Court Justice (two, actually), but not Cher. She continues to elude me, but she's still kicking and so I am. I've learned the value of sunscreen, a comfortable pair of shoes, expensive olive oil, and nice champagne. They're...