When you get to the milestone of 30 years of age, there is the likelihood of having a Mary Poppins’ bag of things you’ve lost along the way, and things that you miss, sometimes dearly.
“Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day, make a wish, and think of me. Make your life spectacular.”
-Robin Williams, Jack
While waiting for The Man to finish working out and we head to Brooklyn Bagel for breakfast (In NYC “breakfast” is perfect acceptable at 1pm), here is my Sunday Edition of Six-Word Stories compiled during the course of the last week.