Welcome to Musing Interruptus. Youth is a wonderful thing, changing in your hands, evolving and why not, aging. One day, as I looked in the mirror, I realized it was left behind yesterday. That is ok. Rightly so, there is no turning back here. My friend Ale reminded me, you will never be this young again.

There are certain activities associated with youth, a mindset whose true north is freedom, consequences be damned, as youth has the certainty it will always be worth it. Wisdom will set-in confirming it, don’t you worry. Beautiful ingénues, hindsight is 20-20.

Ok, that aside. One of the best parts about being young is that it is socially acceptable to get excited about things. Jumping up and down and squealing, for instance. I wonder if as we age manifestation of excitement is subdued on account of embarrassment or bad kne ...