Thirty, Here I Come
Yesterday I turned 29 and a half. Twelve years ago I remember writing I’d change the world by my 30th birthday. But over time I submitted to the reality that things (especially big ones) take time to develop and you need others to help you. And the bigger the thing, the greater the pain that’s necessary to birth your biggie, nurture it, have it spit up on you, grow up and rebel as if you didn’t push it out of your own loins, then eventually come back in humility thanking you for never giving up on it. Thirty, here I come.