My 38th bday, one of those ambiguous dates that feels strangely monumental in its subtlety as an inflection point. Today I gift myself total acceptance. For my entire adult life, I have sought escape from inadequacy, doubt and insecurity, and refuge in that alternate dimension of dream, hope and desire, by rushing into a certain idealized version of what I had hoped to become. Those fleeting moments are felt but never held. With a sufficient number of paths not taken, the weight of time and the taste of success evolves into crushing regret at those versions of life not lived, the question of what if overwhelming the question of what next. Yet I realized this morning after waking into that self-questioning that age inevitably brings, that in this video game of life, there really is no good or bad, there is only the story we create. Those particular feelings and emotions become the essential character traits for the narrative we craft. All the accumulated frustrations and neuroticisms are potential energy for the next chapter we write, without which there would be no plot. So today I am thankful for it all, for a perfect life would be dreadfully dull. And I hope you all are too. HNY