This is usually the post where I’d admit spending the whole day thinking about Alexander and the other 30-somethings who moved the world. This year, I’ve made the realization that I just don’t have that kind of ambition any more. The most stressful thing I really want to deal with is making plans for my next trip and the only followers I’m interested in are Sir Winston and Lady Margaret. Somewhere along the line, I’ve lost the desire to take over the world and mostly now want it to just go bugger itself. I’m mostly ok with that. It only took me 32 years to figure that part out. The next 32 should be a cakewalk.