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Another year round the Sun today.

Edging ever closer to 50s. It should be a time of settling down, of sunsetting. Yet here I am, at the dawn of yet another major life change, huge season incoming, another big move.

Probably my biggest yet.

Growth truly stops for no man, at all ages.
Life’s a series of adaptations, one after another.
There’s only struggle, no false comfort from staying still.

Yeah, there had been growing pains, teething problems over the past few years, but those shoes now fit much better.

Burdens feel easier to shoulder.
Roles now feel more settled and stable.
The struggles, the grind, the hustle, more purposeful.

Struggle nonetheless.
But worthy struggle.

And that’s really all a man can ask of his time here.

That it was worthy.
And noble.

Upwards and forwards.