I Actually Have Nothing Figured Out

And I’m afraid I’m running out of time.

I’m 44 years old and I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.

I have always thought I had my life together. I have owned my home for over eleven years. I have a retirement fund. I have done a pretty good job raising a fairly well adjusted and smart teenager. Most of my plants are living. I floss regularly.

I don’t think I have a damn thing figured out.

All of these things I have mentioned are the signs of being an adult. Being an adult really isn’t a huge accomplishment when you think about the fact that we all become adults. It’s a biological fact.

I started writing this sitting outside of a tent in Willcox, AZ. Go ahead and take a minute to look that up on a map. I had to and I have lived in Arizona for 39 years. I was camping in a vineyard because they let you do that if you want and I really had nothing better to do that weekend.

I spent most of my first night writing and listing to the winemaker and the assistant winemaker work. These guys seemed to have it figured out. They are…