42 is a pretty cool number to me. Instantly I think of the great athletes who’ve worn the number. In baseball, there’s the obvious Jackie Robinson, whom the number was retired for across all of Major League Baseball. Mariano Rivera was the last player to wear the number in MLB and was one of the more dominant closers the game has ever seen.
In other sports there was Lakers forward James Worthy, part of the Showtime teams of the 80s. Looking towards teams I like, three-time Pro Bowl running back Chris Warren wore the number for the Seahawks.
If you’re familiar with Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, then you know 42 is the meaning of life. I’m at a point in my life where I’m much more concerned about the future than I am my past. I sometimes worry about the future. I’m not where I want to be career wise and the coronavirus pandemic hasn’t made things any easier in that front as the available jobs have been slim and I’m sure employers are looking mostly for more qualified candidates.
This all leaves me in a major holding pattern. I hoped to leave my current home years ago for Washington State. I long to get out of a red state for one that’s at least a little more progressive. I’m overall frustrated with the political climate in the US and wondering if we’re at a breaking point of some kind soon.
I can say I do have good friends in my life, both locally and beyond. That’s a lot more than I can say 10 years ago, when I was fortunate to have one or two good people around. Options are nice. That said, there many people who I’m fond of who I haven’t seen in ages and I hope that can be rectified soon.
I also know I’m at a good place with myself. I like who I am. I’ve lived alone for most of the last eight years and I know it’s been the best thing for me. I’ve gotten to be in touch with what makes me tick. I’m unapologetic about what I like and that is also a lot more than I can say 10 years ago.
42 years ago I was born in Bremerton, Washington, where the area code is 360. Maybe some day I will come full circle and return. But, for now, I have some things I hope to take care of by the time I’m 43. I hope to be better still in the next year.