Some Kind of Wonderful.
Cakes and keg ordered. I have an entire army of boys working on my behalf to throw me a party worthy of the gaggle of fantastic friends who are going to turn up. I’m stunned and stopped and startled by the sheer amount of effort involved.
I knew the command was loaded when I announced "Let’s have a party." two weeks ago. And then it all exploded. Boom!
I never had parties in my twenties. Ever.
Birthdays seemed annoying at best. I was leaning on my cynical underpinnings, scoffing at the thought of celebration.
Times have changed.
Every year now is a chance to go running out into the world, wreaking havoc and rampant good-natured mayhem. Every year is a big, expanding opportunity. Every new morning amazing. Every close of day exhausting. Every training run religious. Every long bike ride astounding.
I take nothing for granted.
Take no prisnoners.
Accept no compromise.
Everything is made or lost in everyday decisions.
30 was, by far, my best year yet. Here’s to a roaring 31.
Now bring me the party.
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