My birthday is coming up soon. It's made me think a lot about how I spend my time and the thoughts that occupy my head. There are days when my inner critic is yelling, stomping around and taking center stage. "This how you should be" or "why aren't you this way." I try to keep those days to a minimum because the persistently positive voice is stronger -- at least that's what I keep telling myself. For every sunrise or sunset, I'm going or leaving but always on the way towards something. Forward progressions feels like life. Happiness. Joy. Laughter. A girlfriend shared with me a story about Slomo. He seems to have captured the pleasure of being alive in what he does. We can all be so lucky.