Another year older. Another year wiser?
If you told me when I was 15 (the age I was when I bought Warlord #49 off the spinner-rack back in’81) that in 2015 I’d be happily married with an 11 year old chip off the old block… and a published author to boot, I’d have taken it in stride. I am, minus a couple of million bucks in the bank, living my dream life.
Not that I haven’t had my share of tough times and heartbreaks. But where it matters most, spiritually, I am content.
I’m still reaching for more, but what I’ve had and have is more than I could’ve hoped for. I am surrounded by people who love me and I love them in return. Anything more is just icing on my birthday cake.
So raise your horns, brothers and sisters — here’s to me celebrating my forty-ninth revolution and lesser feast.
“Là breith sona dom! — Almien! Avo ‘osto! Merin sa haryalyae alasse!“