2012 was a milestone year for me for a lot of reasons: getting married, publishing a new book, attempting to learn social media and marketing—but mostly, this is the year that I came to the realization that I'm not immortal. It's not that I'm too terribly old, but youth is definitely outside my area code.
The notion of my mortality grows more real with the increasing number of friends and contemporaries who are vacating the bus so to speak. This is the first year that when I paid my once-a-year visit to my storage unit, the thought occurred to me that it was time to start getting rid of all the stuff I've managed to collect. I found this a little worrisome because the idea of getting rid of everything makes me euphoric. I must be getting old.