Another birthday has come and gone—this process only seems to accelerate with each passing year. Farewell roaring twenties, hello [blank to be filled in] thirties. I can’t say that passing into another decade has been all that dramatic. Limited pyrotechnics. Nothing jumped out of a cake. Although, I’ve jumped into about 9.8 thousand cakes since the 1st of the Month….But, I’m big on the symbolic and the nostalgic (I’m a straight up sap) so I do certainly appreciate the event and those (close friends and family) that were there to share it and those that could not be around—I appreciate their cheer and digital, phoned-in, and smoke-signaled sentiments a whole lot, too.

I’m amazed and satisfied to be where I am at this point in my life. I’ve got an incredible family and amazing friends. I have stumbled into an unlikely and satisfying career. I have evolved. I can say that with conviction. I’m actively engaged in all the things I have ever been passionate about and I’m discovering new passions. The more I experience in this lifetime, the more I want to experience—certainly, not a bad way to live. I have learned to relax and enjoy life.

I have made a solemn promise to myself to get back out on the stage again. The Bad Habit will be resurrecting in one for or another and I will make my music a real priority. I feel this is an opportunity to start fresh but seasoned.

I have a book (Crescent) coming into print this year. I have written my first screenplay. I’ve got more podcasts planned—a novel, a novella, and who knows what else. I’ve got books to write. Songs to record.

And above all—I get to watch my beautiful daughter grow and experience the world. I get to share her firsts and see things as entirely new and novel through her eyes. There is nothing better than this and, truly, she frames my existence and fills it with wonder and light.

I’m a lucky man.