On Friday, February 19, I turned 42 years old and have reflected upon the year since my 41st birthday. I have concluded that the last year was nothing short of a fucking dumpster fire.

Nevertheless, I am hopelessly hopeful that age 42 is the beginning of another few decades of an awesome life.

Since Friday, scads of folks–some I haven’t seen in 30 years!–have posted happy birthday messages on my Facebook page. I am supremely grateful that you took time out of your life to send a birthday wish to me. Every message made me smile and feel loved. Thank you. I love you.