Developing a new mantra
I turned 33 a few weeks ago.
I remember when my gymnastics coach turned 33 and told me about it. I was 12. He was not only my first serious gymnastics coach, he was one of the owners of the gym. He was in charge and he seemed to know everything.
I replied by saying that he had run through a third of his life. Probably not what he wanted to hear and but given he was a smoker, it was actually a pretty optimistic forecast.
Turns out of course that you don’t have it all figured out at 33, … Read the rest