It's funny how you never feel the dial turn from the previous age to the next one in line.

For some people, aging is just calculated numbers that may or may not represent who you are or how you feel at any given moment in time. For instance, if someone asked you how you felt when you transitioned from 22 to 23 years old, could you truly tell the difference? I suppose it's the same for people who are 50 or 60, perhaps.

For me, however, the difference between 32 and 33 is significant and my heart scare played a huge part in it.

Even now, as I sit here writing, thinking, contemplating my next thought, there will always be a weighted blanket that presses heavily upon my shoulders and it's been rather troublesome. This is exactly why I can't give up and I won't let it defeat me.

To be 33 is a blessing in disguise that feels like a second chance. No longer can I ponder on the "what ifs" and let the fact that I almost didn't make it to 33 affect my conscience or sway my emotions. What happened, happened, and I'm ready to move on.

Today has been an overwhelmingly happy day and to everyone who has wished me a happy birthday or has reached out with such kind words, I’d like to take this opportunity to say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.

This year has been difficult for a lot of people and for many reasons. For me, being able to blow out these 33 candles to continue on my legacy hits home deeply. There are too many unanswered questions at play and I’m ready to move forward with the second chance that I was graciously given.

So to all my family and friends who have been so supportive through my most difficult times, please know that it has not gone unnoticed and I am forever grateful for your love and kindness. Here’s to 33 – the Larry Bird of ages. The epitome of greatness and the righteous path to 2021.


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