2024 Is The Year of Abundance

Goodbye 2023, Hello 2024

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Ah, 40. They say it’s just a number, but it feels more like a wake-up call with a hint of existential crisis. The year 2023? A rollercoaster that someone forgot to oil. But here I am, standing at the gates of 2024, ready to take a bite out of life, or at least nibble on it cautiously.

First on my plate? Bodybuilding. Yeah, you heard that right. I traded my shadows for dumbbells and am getting on stage in May. It’s not just about flexing muscles. It’s about wrestling with life’s absurdities.

Every rep in the gym is like a battle against the universe’s cruel sense of humor. And those posing sessions? They’re like a silent disco of self-reflection. Who knew standing in front of a mirror in tiny shorts could be so enlightening?

Then there’s my new fling with aviation. Swapping the pen for the tower, because why not? The skies are less crowded than Boston traffic, and the view’s a lot better. Learning to control airplanes is like dating again — thrilling, a little scary, and you’re always hoping you don’t screw up and crash.

It’s a lesson in humility and, let’s be honest, a cool way to impress my daughter plus give me some financial security.

Speaking of dates, love is on hold and I’m still hammering away at the keyboard, churning out words as a side hustle. Writing’s the one mistress I can’t seem to quit. It’s a love affair with metaphors and missed deadlines, a dance with words that often steps on my toes.

And then, there’s the crown jewel of my life — being a single dad. Balancing bodybuilding, planes, and writing while raising a kid is like juggling chainsaws.

I’m teaching her life’s great lessons: always question authority, never take no for an answer, and for fucks sake, don’t date guys like your old man.

So, 2024, I’m calling you ‘The Year of Abundant Chaos.’

It’s about embracing the madness, finding humor in the darkness, and maybe, just maybe, growing up a bit. It’s about showing my daughter that life’s a grand adventure, even when it feels like you’re navigating a minefield blindfolded.

Here’s to a year of flexing both muscles and wit, of soaring above the clouds both literally and metaphorically, and of typing words that might change a mind or two.

Most importantly, it’s about being a man who’s there for his daughter through thick and thin — even if ’ means accidentally setting off the smoke alarm while burning pancakes.

So, to all those staring down the barrel of 40, or any age for that matter: grab life by the horns, or whatever body part you prefer.

It’s a wild ride, but hey, what’s life without a little chaos?

GK