Today is my 27th Birthday
Well my dear readers, its that time of year again. Today is my birthday, my 27th birthday to be specific.
Much like last year, I’m spending the day quietly – if there is one lesson I’ve certainly learned over the past 27 years, it’s that having your birthday compete with Christmas is a fast way for nobody to be in town to celebrate with you. For the record, the folks who try to pass of gifts for both your birthday and Christmas are the worst kinds of people. I digress though.
While I may have an event with some friends to mark the occasion next month after the holidays have passed, tonight, I’m having a quiet night to myself – that means a porterhouse steak as big as my plate, cooked in my homemade spicy garlic butter, then grilled to perfection, and served with a bottle of cold Stolichnaya. I’m eating it listening to the musical stylings of Mr. Miles Davis, and plan to wash down the vodka watching Kelly’s Heroes and Zulu.
Before that though, I’m going to spend a moment reflecting on the past year.
In terms of my career, it’s been a pretty good one for me. I won the SPJ Mark of Excellence Award earlier this year, and not long after I was hired by the Progress-Index, a daily newspaper in Petersburg, Virginia. There’s been a reason why my postings here have gotten less frequent these past few months, they keep me busy, cranking out one or two articles a day, frequently flirting with burnout, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I adore my beat – I’ve done everything from military reporting at Fort Lee to interviewing Daniel Radcliffe, and I love it. Plus, it’s hard to argue with a job where I get my own desk and a dental plan for the first time.
That said, holy cow, has my attention elsewhere suffered for it. I have not managed to get any short stories published this year, and aside from a few pages here and there, I certainly haven’t written any novels. I hope to fix this over the next year, hopefully finding a better equilibrium for writing. Same goes for posting on the site – for those of you who have stuck with me over some occasionally long dry spells, I thank you.
Career aside, 2016 has had some major ups and downs for me.
Healthwise, it certainly hasn’t been a good year, struggling with my metabolism and weight for much of the year, and a nasty lung infection for a couple months. It’s readily becoming apparent that I’m no spring chicken anymore, and am going to need to pay a lot more attention to my diet, exercise and health.
Personal life wise, it’s been mostly good. I got to do a lot more traveling this year – From Kansas City, Philadelphia, to Atlanta, from seeing Unto These Hills in Cherokee to swimming with a whale shark, I’ve done by best to fill the past year with as much adventure and new things as I could, and I hope to do plenty more in the years ahead. The more I seek new places and things out, the more I crave them further.
That said, it was an election year, with all that brings. And the less we say about some dramatics from my former roommates and some issues they caused, all the better.
The past year has seen good times, riches and sons of @#!*% , but all in all, I had a good run all the way. Here’s to making the next one a finer one still.