I grew up a tad more from 46 to 47:

Mentally, I have found new ways of managing myself. I have even graduated from relying on drugs. I am very happy about that, because I am less groggy, I sleep better, and I have fewer strange mental kinks to wrestle with. I lose my shit less. I think I like myself more.

My daughter grew a lot. Her trip to the US fundamentally changed her. Her violin teacher also changed her. I love her.

We took two long trips. That’s huge. I have never done that in my entire life.

Physically, I am exercising less frequently. I am stretching more. I struggled with the habit more. In fact, it was the first time in 10 years that I broke my workout streak. It’s a good thing, because I learned I realized it wasn’t the end of the world to break a streak (duh).

I challenged myself to relearn the violin. I did, even though the end result was still unsatisfactory. I screwed up badly in the performance. The journey was fun.

Work-wise, things regressed. The business slowed down. There is less work. At the same time, I got to do more corporate training and I had a few more consulting gig.

AI was the big thing this year. I dove into it. It was fun.

Finally, at 47, maybe I will re-enter the workforce. Maybe I will find ways to pivot my career. Maybe I will master calisthenics. Maybe I will learn Jazz violin. Maybe we will go on long trips.






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