Twenty-four hundred weeks

That’s how long I’ve been on this earth. Exactly 2,400 weeks. That’s a lot of Saturdays.

I could try to answer the expected questions about what I’ve done with that time I’ve had on the planet. I’ve done some worthwhile stuff, I suppose. And it could be argued that I’ve wasted a lot of time. Also true.

But that’s neither here nor there. One hundred percent of these past 2,400 weeks are in the past. There are potentially thousands more weeks ahead of me. That’s where my mind goes. Potential...