It’s not a number I ever gave a second thought about, until I recently celebrated my 39th birthday. In the big scheme of things, I am almost half way there; half way to the decline, the downhill slide. Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s all down hill from here. I don’t feel like I am halfway through this life, let alone this journey. I feel like I am 21 with 18 years of life experience. Is it supposed to feel like this? Is it supposed to play out this way? I chose an abnormal path. I grew older but never up, and now I am one year away from turning 40. Scary shit, ain’t it. Where did the time go? Did I have so much fun along this part of the journey that I missed looking at the clock? Does a dude on the verge of 40 seriously have the vision to create relevant designs for a street style brand? I honestly can’t answer all of these questions, maybe someone reading this can enlighten me with some brilliant insight. I fell out socially for a bit, however I never stopped pursuing the moment movement. I can only speak for myself, but as I have aged I have realized that everybody has a role to play and I can’t play them all. I had to figure out what my position was going to be. I love all the aspects of this business, the designing, the physical creation of products, marketing, content creating, festivals and the social interactions that came along with selling to the general public. While trying to sort out my strengths and weed out my weakness’, I fell victim to a crippling enemy that I didn’t even know existed. Paralysis by analysis. As I explained what I was going through to a friend of mine, he introduced me to this silent killer. I couldn’t believe how accurate this was in my life. I could see everything that needed to happen but couldn’t make a decision on what to start first which resulted in a total lock down. Then, without warning, when I had laid out a plan to overcome this obstacle, the world goes from social interaction to social separation. It was in this insanity that I figured out what my strength was, social butterflyism. I miss people. I miss meeting new people. I miss hearing stories of their favorite moments in life, favorite moment prints, or a general conversation about their trials and tribulations. Solitary celebration of a birthday fucking sucks. I know that we will come out of this for the better because sometimes you can’t miss the moments until they become memories. Cheers to 21 years lived and 18 years experience on this rock. I relish the moment we can show love physically without fear of this bullshit. Optimistically waiting to see you all soon!