So Coolio passed away today. He was only 59 years old.  That’s only 5 years older than me. My reaction to that is damn, I could go at any time, so I best live as though my days are numbered because they are. 

This is it. This is my life, here and now. I’ve traveled 54 times around the sun. How many more trips do I have?

More importantly, what do I want this next trip around the sun to be like?

I’m one month into the journey.