Trick or Treat...

...thank you, may the force be with you. That was Obi-Wan... err, Anakin... err, Bryan's mantra for the evening. He kept changing his story as to who he was, but then, some people mistook him for a ninja. A ninja?! C'mon! Lightsaber, people, not a sword--lightsaber.

Of course, the pumpkin is carved according to the year's theme. In this case, I couldn't make Meagan's "gypsy" thing work, so I went with what I knew.

Catching Up

I bet y'all thought I gave up on this whole blog thing. After all, one post a month does not a blog make. Chalk it up to my general sense of disconnectedness, or disconnectivity, or whatever. You know what I mean.

So, since I last wrote, I've completed another orbit around the sun. My 41st. Turning 41 isn't the milestone that 40 is. In my case, it was a fairly low-key day. Slept in, enjoyed breakfast in bed, played some golf with Rob, went to dinner at J.Buck's with the family... it was nice. :) But no matter how I do the math, I'm left with the inescapable conclusion that I'm on the downhill, that my days are numbered. I know, I know--our days are numbered from our very first breath, but it takes the first 40 years to realize just how short the last 40 can be. Or at least it did for me.

With this realization more at the forefront of my consciousness, I'm feeling behind. Personally, professionally, financially, spiritually, you name it... I'm feeling like I'm not where I should be for someone of my age. I need to catch up. Yet turning 41 and starting on the downhill has left me with another inescapable conclusion that I need to slow down and make each of my numbered days count more. But how do you do that? How do you get more from your time, more from your relationships, more from your life? I don't think it involves skydiving, Rocky Mountain climbing or 2.7 seconds on a bull named Blue Manchu.