Fifty Times Over (we own the world)

18626 days, if you’d like to know. That is fifty years. I had been thinking long and hard how to celebrate this moment, wrote a bunch of songs mocking myself, and remembering a past I forgot to live, but then I had to let them go, because their tunes did not catch on, and honestly, how could I hum along to other people’s misery.

So I took the number and gave it a little shake, and watched what was falling out of it. Fifty is … many. Fifty is nifty. What are things that I would want to do fifty times over? There are many, many things.

And this is how I decided to turn many from the past to many in the future. Sparks, attraction. Come on, let’s do this again (and do it some more).