It’s time we had a serious talk about life.
I turn 1 years old on Friday. It’s a pretty big number: 1. Truly, I don’t even know where these last 12 months have gone.
As I stand here looking out at what I can only assume is the last 95% of my life, I feel a renewed sense of responsibility not to waste another day. I mean, it would be so easy to just live day in, and day out, chewing bones and playing with my friends at camp, but I want my life to mean something. I want my legacy to be greater than just my run for class president and my impending olympic gold medal (specific sport, yet to be determined).
Today after camp I was pretty spent so instead of training (it’s wicked windy out) I got on my iPad to google things while my Aunt Ellen was on, and I came across this video. I think this kid is my long lost brother.
Seriously, it’s like he took the words right out of my mouth. I mean, that was half of my campaign platform for camp, just minus the dancing. I don’t have the dancing down yet, but I have a darn fine swaggle (swagger + waggle) when I walk, and you better believe I use it to my advantage.
So, this birthday, this monumental anniversary of [my] birth, I will be taking paws (pause?) from my regularly scheduled life to reflect on what it is that makes me come alive and what path I’m going to take. Also, I’m thinking about watching Space Jam.
In lieu of gifts, please do the same. And when you’re done watching Space Jam, think about how you’re going to be a leader, and a boss.
Stay cool my babies,