Mid flows into Late

My adolescence is only fossilized prehistoric remains in the museums of my mind.

My early-twenties are a blur of tests and intoxication settled on the dusty writing degree hanging in my den.

My mid-twenties saw a stabilization of sorts; solid cash flow, multi-continental vacations, and a larger overarching concern for my own physical well being as well as the mental wellness of those I surround myself with.

Today I emerge from yet another chrysalis and enter my late-twenties.  Already the winds of change turn at the pages of my life's story with each gust.  Hopefully, like most books, this one gets better near the end.