a reflection from last year

(this was written August '24 -- and the sentiment still holds true)

I dropped my daughter off at college today, and drove home feeling more upbeat than usual. I guess I need to alter my perspective. Am I an old 55 year old man, who has lived his best days, or am I a young man still full of ambition. Are my best years still ahead of me, or have they passed?

I am approaching a time when there will just be three of us at home. That makes a major difference time wise. What is my dream and how will I focus my time? I wrote a life plan as part of my full focus planner work, but it does not feel as valid now as it did then. It was in the form of a legacy. What would the world think of me after I am dead. What would I like the world to think of me? That will be my only true legacy.

I am currently revisiting this over the coming days. How I spend my time reflects what I consider important in this world.