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And so begins the next decade.

I spent the majority of the day acting like a 20 year old screwing around with my new iPod. Julie and the kids got me a 160 gig monster that will hold all of my music and then some. It's going to take some getting used to but I love it.

Jake is sick, he had a fever all day long. His illness negated our plan to drive up to Santa Babara today. So we all just hung out, watched movies, and Soph and I went out to dinner. I can't recall the last time just the to of us went out to eat by ourselves. Have we ever? It was nice.

The past couple of weeks have been strange and surreal. I've heard from people I have not spoken to in twenty years! As a writer I am fascinated about hearing their life stories and the journeys they have been on. At the same time I have to stay focused. I have a job to do and that job is to finish my book. Prioroity number one in the next couple weeks is to have the first revision done and out to people to have it read.

It's easy to look back on the past decade and think about all of the things I wish I could have done different. But the past is the past and I can't change it. I can only learn from what I have done and not done and forge ahead.

What does the next decade hold for me? If I learned anything from turning 30, it's top not predict where I'll be in ten years. Life is too unpredictable. As long as I'm with Julie and the kids I'll be in the right place when I turn 50.

But that's a long way off.

Aloha

Comments

jb said…
A belated one, Scott.
From one with significant experience in matters chronological, believe me:
the next decade will just fly by.
But not NEARLY as quickly as the one after that...

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