November has to be the singularly most beautiful yet frustrating months of the year. For every autumn tree and dry pile of golden leaves there is a rainy miserable day where everything looks brown in mud and grey in tone. Today is one of those days. The sun is not expected to shine much today, let alone be visible, unlike at the start of the week where the blue was brilliant and there was barely even a cloud. The amount of rainfall this month alone has been incredible, floods everywhere.
Yesterday when filling out the mileage on the work van drivers log I wrote my birth date and not the actual date. Can’t really believe I’m 46 years old. I actually feel quite good right now too, the lower back is still sore but the physio is paying off as is the regular exercise. Jiu-jitsu is good too as was confirmed by coach last night when he mentioned my lack of stripes. I am very fortunate. I don’t believe it is luck. We make our own luck and put ourselves in fortunate positions through work and effort. I love my family, I love my home, I love my life. I think we’re thriving. Happy birthday to me.