Today I turn 20,090 days old. There are not many things certain in life, but one thing can be certain… I won’t be living another 20,000 days. That’s not depressing, it’s just simple math. It’s highly unlikely I’ll live to approach my 110th time around the the sun.

There are different kinds of age. There’s the ache in my back that tells my I’m getting old. There’s the level of fitness that makes me feel young. There’s the imposter syndrome that tells me I’m still just a kid and can’t believe that I’ve got work and family responsibilities when I still feel like I have some growing up to do. And then there is the number.

20,090 days, 660 months, or 55 years. No matter how I break it down, I’ve been fortunate to have had the time I’ve had, and while I won’t double that time, I look forward to some wonderful days, months, and years ahead.

Time is precious, make the most of it.