I remember my dad’s 40th birthday like it was yesterday. Unlike other parties, this one was his “over the hill” party—relatives and friends gathered to poke fun at and even humiliate him for being past his prime.
This question plagued my youth. I didn’t know, in fact I didn’t have a clue! The world was my oyster; I couldn’t bear the thought of narrowing my focus to just one thing. It sounded like a horrible box I didn’t want to put myself in.
My young daughter has absolute confidence in me. Without hesitation or question she throws herself off the top of a staircase, fully expecting me to catch her. This happens more often than I hope and not always while I’m watching.