Forty-two goals for the next forty-two years

Happy birthday to Beyoncé (and me)

Half full? Or half empty? The eternal question. Photo by Michael on Unsplash

I turn forty-two years old today. Two thousand one hundred eighty-four weeks. Fifteen thousand three hundred forty days. If I’m extremely fortunate — or perhaps tragically unlucky — this will mark the halfway point of my life.

Here are forty-two goals, hopes and aspirations for t…