Let’s Be GIFD Together

Taking a metaphorical deep breath for this one. Oh, and some F-bombs are dropped. So, kids, don’t tell your parents.

Looking back at the past few months, I have a lot to be excited for: My wife and I’s business, The Confetti Bar, recently got a physical home on North Main St. in our home town; My title has been changed at Time to Save from Lead Front-End Developer to Creative Director; My weight is down about 40lbs since this summer—down 80lbs from a few years ago—while building muscle, eating healthy and generally feeling better all around.

And today, I’m pissed at myself.

Thirty Years of Moments

I woke up to the early morning sunrise as it slowly grew across the floor in my bedroom. Usually, I would have slept in or watched cartoons, because that’s what Saturday mornings are for. But this morning, I had the urge to go for a walk. After quickly getting dressed, I quietly left the house to not wake up the rest of my family and started my stroll. The chilly, autumn air filled my lungs and cooled my warm body as the golden leaves slowly fell. This walk would take me down our long driveway and onto the main road, passing by the large sand pile, the baseball field and, finally, my elementary school. From the parking lot, my once white house was then glowing in the sun’s golden light, shining my way for the 5-10min walk back. I told myself that I would remember this moment forever.

That was a third of my life ago; a 10-year-old version of myself in up-state Vermont.