Had a birthday about a week ago, turned 43. (Hey, thanks!)
Makes me ask: Where was I exactly 20 years ago today?
When I was 23, I could ask that question, but it wouldn’t really count. “I was three years old…” I mean, I was alive, but it’s not a level playing field.
Same with being 33. Twenty years earlier, I was still just a kid. In both instances, twenty years was the majority of my life.
Now, I can look at the last 20 years and see the decisions I was making as a young adult (who assumed that he understood everything there was to know about life), and those I’m making today (understanding what little about life that I understand).
Looking back feels like an important part of looking forward. And of forgetting both completely and living in the present moment.
How about you, Gentle Reader? Where were you exactly 20 years ago today? What were you doing? Who did you believe you were? What did you believe in? How has that changed over the past two decades? How have you scraped your knees? Who did you love? Who have you lost? Who have you gained? What have you learned?