It’s hard to believe I’m a year short of sixty. It doesn’t make sense, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

There’s so much to do, so much to accomplish. But Attention Deficit Disorder can turn ambition into mental jumble. Reality is what often happens when I’m frozen by paralysis by analysis.

As I worked toward figuring out how to break free of the mental blocks that prevent me from moving forward, these words popped into my head, refusing to let go until I made them part of the record.

It’s pretty much December, and I’ve been contemplating.

I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions, but I am working on determining the path of my sixties and beyond. Or as a buddy grimly put it, “the back nine.” Morbid, but not necessarily inaccurate.

My Chicago ambitions feel more and more possible because I won’t be battling searing pain for the first time since I moved here. It certainly helps to clear the mind and bring focus. There’s SO much to do and tomorrow is promised to NO ONE.

Really exploring my new home. Meeting more people and making more friends. Joining the workforce part-time. Writing projects new and not quite complete (cough Bernie book!). Content creation. Recording projects. And just flat-out enjoying my world as much as possible.

Surgery recovery continues. It’s gonna keep wearing me out for a while longer. But a corner is close to being turned. A worm is ready to flip. The dawn of a new day is coming. And any other cliche that seems appropriate.

It’s all out there, waiting for me.

So, for a good chunk of the day, it’s gonna be me, a legal pad, and ambition. We’ll just see where my mind takes me. And then it’ll be time to get to work.

As my favorite president Jed Bartlet (from The West Wing, one of my favorite TV dramas) would say, “What’s next?”

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