Today is my birthday. I am now 46. I am on technically on the downhill slide into 50.
My mother came by today to deliver my birthday present - two pounds of bacon. She also sent me a card that said that she loved me in spite of myself and that I didn't treat her like a mother, but she wished I did. (Happy fricking birthday to you, too!)
Last month, while drinking a couple (maybe more) pints in a pub in Ireland appropriately named "Bar Undertaker", my uncle John (the psychiatrist) asked me and my cousins if we were to die tomorrow, would we be satisfied with what we had done in our lives.
Tom said "Yes." Deirdre said "Yes." I said "No."
They looked at me, mouths agape, and asked, "Why not?"
Because I haven't changed the world yet. Duh! They responded uncomfortably that I better get going. So it got me thinking. What DO I want to do?
1. Hold an elective office.
2. Go to Paris.
3. Go to Russia.
4. Relearn French and Russian.
5. Grow a couple inches.
6. Write a book.
7. Take my kids to Ireland and show them the jail my grandfather broke into, thereby getting shot, the hospital next door where my grandmother helped him escape saving him from execution and everything else there.
8. Get paid for taking photos.
9. Live where there's no snow and where there is an ocean.
You may have sensed that I haven't put a lot of thought into this. Anyway, how about you? What do you still want to accomplish?