A year ago today, I was sitting at the Tulum airport with Eddy-Alejandro, waiting to head home after his bachelor party.
Shortly after my divorce, I moved back into my old room in my parents' garage—a space we never used for parking cars.
It was a hit to my ego to have to come back. But I was pretty broke and desperate, and my parents were sorta cool to the idea. I knew they would make it emotionally challenging, but that’s the price I had to pay, plus rent.
Today is the 30th anniversary of my 18th birthday. Meaning, I turned 48 today.
That's thirty years of being a legal adult.
Over these 10,957 days of adulthood, I've gathered countless lessons. I'm eager to share 30 of those lessons with you. Consider this a preview of the wisdom I'll impart to my grandchildren.