I turn 50 this week.
It's one of those milestones that makes you stop and reflect. For some it's a time of dread. They wonder where their life has gone. But for me, when I look back, I see the building blocks of my life. Each small chapter led me where I am today.
When I found this photo I smiled. This could have been me. I played in the woods a lot. Always covered in dirt and tearing holes in my clothes. My mother loved it when I brought her the latest snake I found. Not really.
The woods were a place of imagination. I could build forts out of fallen branches. I could pretend I was Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett. Frontiersmen were my early heroes.
Most importantly, I could play the part of whatever I wanted to be. There were no limits or boundaries to my imagination. Life was what I chose to make it.
Boundaries, limits, that mythical box that we build around our possibilities as we get older are self constructs. The lines of restriction aren't really there. It's not a matter of thinking outside the box. There is no box!
Whether you're 8 years old, 30, 50 or even 80 you have the rest of your life ahead of you. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. What will you do with today?