Next week I’m going to be 552 months old.

I don’t look it?

Awe… thanks. You’re sweet.

Each month is a learning experience. And you don’t know you know something, until you know it. It took me…

24 months to figure out you don’t taunt bees.

96 months to realize how Star Wars would change my life.

104 months to realize I shouldn’t attempt jump everything I see on my bike.

144 months to realize how to hide horrifically shy with jokes and a showing-off mentality.

160 months to realize that hiding in my room with a pencil and paper was my happy place.

192 months to realize how freakishly tall I was.

205 months to realize that all colors are too amazing to have a favorite.

228 months to realize how much I loved being on stage telling jokes.

232 months to realize how much work it was to be really good at it.

312 months to realize what an asshole I could be to my friends and attempt to fix it.

318 months to realize I get paranoid and sleepy when I’m stoned. Then really paranoid that I’m sleepy.

320 months to realize I love writing screenplays

322 months to realize the first screenplay you ever write is so bad it should be buried in the Earth’s core.

330 months to realize what real love was.

336 months to realize what real heartache was.

392 months to realize I’m a Mac, not a PC.

398 months to realize how amazing British television could be.

401 months to realize the awesomeness of binge watching a TV show.

408 months to realize that creativity trumps salary when it comes to a career.

425 months to realize I tequila will never, ever be my friend.

432 months to realize moving to the East Coast is like living on another planet. A really cool planet with more bacon in the food, but another still another planet.

470 months to realize that the West Coast was in my DNA.

476 months to realize that LA girls make the best exgirlfriends.

516 months to realize I need to move once again and be right next to my amazing kids.

520 months to realize I had zero clue how to be a Dad and to try to figure it out.

521 months to realize it’s a lot harder than you’d think.

529 months to realize that I was finally ready to find a love that would last forever.

541 months to finally find it.

The main thing I’ve learned is there’s still so much to learn. When I’m 1000 months old I’m going to still be a learner of life.

Still binge watching TV, and loving it.