Age 39

I had thought of writing a long, reflective piece about how age 39 went for me. The sort of piece where I analyzed what went right, what went wrong, and what fell between the cracks. How I learned that being on camera isn’t so scary. How I learned that the banking industry and I were not made for each other. The great writing opportunities that came my way over the past year, the might-have-beens, the perennial battle with freelancerus financius nervosa, etc.

But it’s 20 minutes to midnight. And if you know me, you’ve heard me natter on about those things enough.

So, as 40 prepares to knock on my door, here’s perhaps the most important development over the course of the past 12 months. A development whose seeds were planted in August, and which has provided much happiness since then. A development which kept me sane during some particularly rough periods, especially when I was burning the candles at both ends of the day juggling a day job I loathed and freelance work I loved.

At Manny & Merle, Louisville, KY, July 4, 2015.