Well, another year gone by. Another year older. But am I any wiser? Debatable.
39... It's a wild number considering I wasn't sure I'd make it much further than 30 at best.
Not for lack of trying.
But now that scar on my wrist is important to me. It's proof that I survived my lowest point in life. It's proof that I'm stronger than I used to think.
But this birthday is different. Because this year, I'm a published author. This year, I'm working towards keeping that dream going.
If you're feeling generous for a grumpy old man's birthday, I wouldn't mind seeing new people buy a copy of The Ones Left Behind. Of course, just telling your book reading friends and family about it works too. I'm not greedy. š