Today I turn 41.
That's not the answer to life, the universe or anything.
It's not a nice milestone birthday like "the big four-oh."
It simply is what it is...
It was the number of the last symphony composed by Mozart.
It's the age Nate Dogg was when he died. And I haven't laid any busters down or let my gat explode in many a year.
I share a birthday with Kate Winslet, Mario Lemieux, and the actor who played the guy who invented Facebook, among others.
One of those others is Dr. Neil deGrasse Tyson, who was kind enough to be interviewed for my book.
Ah yes, the book... after all that time spent obsessing over every single word in the writing process, now I obsessively track the Amazon rankings, my mood rising and falling in step with that number... today, it's down, and hence, so am I -- at least a little bit...
I also have a wonderful wife and an amazing little boy in my corner each and every day. I have a job that I love doing, and that I know many people dream of having. Allergies aside, I am in reasonably good health. I am extremely lucky... I get it.
So this is a happy 41st birthday after all.
But, if you really want to know what would make me happy... have I got a book for you...