A Birthday Comic

Some ramblings on turning forty-five.

Howdy, friend.

My birthday’s coming up in a few days. I’ll be forty-five. Yes, I’m an Aries. I had a pretty gnarly quarter-life crisis, and I like to think that maybe I’ve skipped over the mid-life one? But heading into this birthday has me thinking about the “first half of my life,” all that I’ve seen and done, in some deeply profound ways. Feelings! Emotions!

I’m not thinking about death per se, just the legacy we leave behind—the footprint of it all. Previously, I made a comic about my feelings on death and dying (and grief). Not a fear of it, but the inability to choose how we go.

Suffice it to say, I like looking inward. I like tracing where ideas come from, how they burrow into our brains. I like being introspective and asking others introspective questions. But sometimes, when it’s all too much, I just like looking at pictures of my cat.

So, here’s a short comic I made about turning forty-five. And a George Eliot quote I’ve loved for a long time, the one I mull on when my birthday is nigh:

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”

Take care, take care. ♡

– RJR