The big 50

That's right. Through the whirlwind of it all, my dad just turned fifty.

Is fifty a year of reflection? A year of looking back at your past and gauging your triumphs and challenges, successes, Mistakes? Of evaluating the person you were, the person you are, the person you wished to be? Maybe it's just about being with the people you love. With the people that love you. Maybe it's just a day to capture the whole of your life, at that very moment, and to let it sink in. A day to just pause it all for a fraction of a second and redirect your path, if you so choose.

Is fifty too late for change? Does a person reach a certain point where their inner-self, their habits, relationships, mindset, are so deeply ingrained that the task of self-growth and redirection is as monumental as moving a fucking mountain?

Is a birthday just another day that's meant to be this great milestone in your life, only to leave a person sorely disappointed when the golden day doesn't live up to that picture perfect Kodak moment?

Somewhere between my 6th and 20th birthdays, things got complicated. As much as I'd like for my dad to have had a glorious BIG 50...life doesn't always happen like we want it to. But hey, I guess we're even now. The padre and I. Birthday for birthday?