It's my 38th birthday today. Happy birthday to me. 38 isn't a nice round age like 30 or 40, where most people reflect on and ponder about their lives. But I'll do it anyway because I have a lot to reflect on. 15 years ago, I was a consultant in San Francisco. I traveled a lot for work, made some decent coin out of grad school, and lived a single guy's life. I had a great group of friends, got drunk at least 3 times a week, and pretty much did whatever the hell I wanted to do at any time I wanted to do it.