Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Dark Horse

I swear I blinked and all of a sudden, like a massive open hand to the face, reality smacked me.  I am 29 years old.  I am by no means saying I am over the hill.  I feel fantastic, living a full, busy, and eventful life.  I am lucky to have so many great stories to tell, and those that know me will attest - once I get started - even the break of dawn won't stop this tongue from flapping tales.  But man, I'll tell ya - knocking on the doorsteps of 30 is a funny thing. 

I remember elementary school, collared shirt and maroon tie, soaking up the word of the Lord.

I remember junior high, searching for that balance between Catholic morality, change, and boobs.

I remember high school, driving a beat up orange car, leaving my morals at home, and falling in love.

After high school is when things changed for me, as they do for most.  What's odd is that the next eight years blended together so much, that I only remember events, but not exactly when they were, or everything that happened.  I refer to 18-26 as the "lost years."  I can't disregard these years, as they helped shape and motivate me to be the man I am today.  Believe you me, I may not remember everything, but I damn well know I enjoyed it.  There will always be an ache in my soul for those I hurt, those I lost, and for those that will never know the Shaun of now, but the Shaun of then.  But hey, no regrets.

I have learned so much, and come such a long way.  I am as confident as ever and still push for great things to come of myself. I was put here to exceed expectations.  If you ever hear me say otherwise, I will welcome that open hand to the face. 

So now, I see what I am rounding out to be, and to me - its something special.  I hope everyone can find that in themselves, at the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. 

30 doesn't scare me like I always thought it would, maybe cause it won't happen till March. :)

The fire burns bright.

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