End of the year, new old me?

Next year I'll be 39, and although I'm told every older age is the new every younger age, I'm not sold on that outlook. Thirty-nine is thirty nine, and forty will be forty, and that's okay. Aging isn't some damnable thing that we have to pretend is happening in reverse to enjoy it. I never want to be in my twenties again after all, and I suspect eventually I'll feel the same way about my thirties.

This isn't to say I'm without regrets. I wish I were further along in my career and the dreams that I've turned on and off, depending on the day job and the amount of energy left to chase my goals at the end of the shift. I'm not afraid to say what I want and need to happen next. I want a bigger payday to be able to travel and maybe even own a home someday. I need to be a writer. I want to spend time with friends and collaborate with people with whom the respect is mutual and exciting. I need to be loved and feel loving. I want to have time to not hustle and just relax and even fund the relaxation of others. I need to sleep before I'm dead.

So I created this site in an attempt shift gears and return to something that was once a routine. I'll be migrating some of my old writings here and sharing some new stuff. Let's see how it goes.