Since the life expectancy of an inner city street kid is 17, I must say I have good reason(s) to be happy that I made it to 31 year old/young. For the record I did absolutely nothing except chill to celebrate my birthday. Got a few calls, few texts, and a few cards. That was cool with me. It was a sunny day, I had the day off, it was peaceful, and I wasn't needed for anything. One thing that was missing was a phone call from my dad. He always made sure he called me every year on 9/17 at 12:01am so he could be first to wish me. So even though I get to celebrate the first year in my 30's, I'm also facing the reality of the first year without my phone call from daddy. I should be sad but I'm not completely because I know he's watching me be my best.
I'm still going to try and make my books successful even though it's a long shot. I did make a promise so I'm sticking by it. I look forward to adding more knowledge and wisdom during this new chapter and see what everything will look like this time next year. Time will tell...
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