Tomorrow I turn 38. That is twenty years out of high school. I have it on good authority that there will be at 20-year reunion, that I believe I will attend. Hanging out with people from high school after you’re grown, comfortable with your success and failures, should be enjoyable. Also, in April, some former cast members from Grease, the musical we did in high school our senior year, will be going back to Potosi High School to watch the 2012 production of Grease. This should be a lot of fun. I didn’t have an acting part, but I played the piano in the band with our band teachers and a few other students. It was PHENOMENAL fun. I’m looking forward to that.
Thirty-eight isn’t a milestone birthday, but it does make one stop and evaluate your life. I’ve never been one to measure success by degrees, job titles, money, cars or homes. I live in a humble apartment, my car is nothing special, and I don’t have a college degree. But I have a good job where I can have an outlet for my creativity (writing), be around technology all day, and still do the thing that I will always love: interpret. So all-in-all, I’m a pretty fortunate human being. And I have the company of great friends, and a great guy. Dan and I have the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in. We come together to spend time with one another, but have our own space as well. We do not try to control one another. It’s quite wonderful, really. And if it took me twenty years to find that, then well…it was completely worth it.