
Thirty-three years.
Soon as the year ends up, I will sit back and realize that I've been on this spinning globe for thirty-three years.
When I sit back and think about it, it's not that long of a time. Ten years ago, I was just entering my last year at UF. My eyes were full of wonder, optimism and hope for what my future would held. Twenty years ago, the 90s were well underway and I was an awkward thirteen-year old ready to leave the bastion of safety that was middle school and travel into uncharted territory that was high school. Finally, thirty-years ago, I was a clean blank slate coming into my own. A happy trouble making three year old, playing in the NJ town of Elizabeth, attending a daycare center, without a care in the world.
The past thirty-three years of my last have taught me a great deal. Good lessons to live by and to strive to, and some bad ones that I am still paying for. Not once in my thirty-three years of life have I ever wanted a redo, to go back to make things right what once went wrong. Well that last part was more Quantum Leap, but you get the picture. With every year that passes, I do not hear the gears of the hands of time counting down. I hear the beautiful chimes of the grandfather clock, signal another year and another reason to move forward.
Age thirty-three is going to be a good damn year.