Sometimes in the morning when I wake up I feel like I look like I fell out of a bad 50’s TV sitcom where Dad is a scruffy bastard who wears wife beaters around the house. Somtimes I am amazed at the age I feel I’m showing. Then I remind myself that I’m almost 30 and the realization is almost like a physical blow, especially when I realize that the defining elements of my life have yet to crystalize. No body of work to stand upon. No wife or children yet to share little moments with. But the moment is fleeting. It becomes the springboard for a day of forward motion. The sun is shining. I’m going for a jog…