Power up!

This morning I wished our Amazon Alexa a "good morning" to which she replied that today is Shigeru Miyamoto's birthday. The creator of Donkey Kong, The Legend of Zelda, and Mario Brothers achieves level 65 today. In celebration, Alexa wished me a day full of power ups. And today, a power up is exactly what I plan to achieve.

Its defense day.

Reflections on a Road Traveled

In eight days, I will begin the end of a very long, laborious, and incredibly rewarding, journey. While sitting to reflect upon this moment, I am flooded with imagery of roads, and cannot escape the idea of the "end of the road". Cue Boyz II Men... or Shel Silverstein... or Robert Frost... or any of the other road/path/trail/journey metaphors that come to mind. In thinking on these I've noticed that the path typically comes in two varieties: the road that ends and the road that doesn't. For much of my life I have thought that I was following Mr. Frost's suggestion in taking the latter, but recently came to understand that I've really only understood the former.

This is not to say that I view a road as the path to some kind of finite end. There is only so much life experience a person can have before realizing that this cannot be the case. Far from it. Yet it is interesting to see that while I was provided with the example of the road less traveled, my expectations have been closely tied to the cause and effect logic of the traditional road map:

• go to school, get career, get married, get family

When I recently eclipsed a "mid-life" milestone and looked back on a life lived so far, I awoke to the realization that there's much, much more to that equation - more so to the idea that equation isn't quite so logical anymore.

To put this another way, when I was younger, I dreamed of what I might become and the things that I might do, but never fully understood that there would be twists and redirections along the way. What's more, I had turned 40 and recognized that any plans I had in life had stopped at some vague age that I had probably passed long ago. A line from the song "My Shot" in the musical Hamilton has resonated with me recently - "See, I never thought I'd live past twenty" - with Hamilton's twenty being the moment when I reached the end of the road map above. And the funny thing about that "road map" is that as I sat here writing it, I struggled with what punctuation to use at the end of the sentence. Is that the end of a sentence and punctuated with a period? To finite. Perhaps an ellipse to signify the continuation of the path? Or maybe it is as my wife has lately and so poignantly suggested about this entire year of reflection: that what is needed is a comma to signify that there's more to come. That this spot, this moment, this job, this whatever is not meant forever, but is instead just a part of the larger story. I like that idea (and that's a smart person there, my wife).

Yet, as I wrote the words and paused to consider what to do next, I was drawn to the flashing cursor sitting there waiting, rhythmically for me to continue. It was an placeholder, simultaneously active and passive, ready for me to get oriented and move again in a specific direction. If I've learned anything in the process of traveling through life, coming to the end of one road is not a symbol of "the end", but a chance to take - or better yet, to MAKE - some new way forward. It is relieving to realize that now and frustrating to have waiting so long to come to this understanding. But I am here now: ready and excited to take a new way forward and see where else I might go and what more I might learn. And this time, I will move ahead with an idea in mind and the clarity to know that while there might be stability in following a more-traveled path, it is always ok - perhaps nowadays even preferred - to take out a machete and make my own way... Cue Frank... or Kermit and Fozzie... or whatever else might be...