It is now my birthday. In the US, we have a tradition that when you blow out the candles on your birthday cake, you should make a wish. Every year, as far back as I can remember, I’ve wished that I would see another birthday. It’s not that I’m afraid of dying, I just liked living.
Living is definitely harder now than it was then, but it’s also more rewarding. It’s been incredible to work with so many interesting people on so many great things. It’s also been difficult, stressful, and painful. But I press on, and continue looking for ways to improve.
On the bright side, my food, clothing, and shelter are taken care of so I’m not a starving artist programmer nor do I want to drive fork-lifts because my family doesn’t appreciate my work.
So thanks, to my family and friends. Wes, who has taught me more than I can remember, punched me (in a friendly way) and Lessig, who has given me far more than I could possibly deserve, reminded me that it’s my birthday where he is “but remember, not yet in california. forgive them for their slowness.” I do.