Months ago, my friend qu.oc kept asking, “What are we doing for your 50th?” My answer was always the same, nothing. If I’m honest, I’m not in a particularly social or celebratory season of life. But week after week, between these annoying Bulgarian squats he makes me do and pep talks, he kept planting the seed. So we started imagining what a celebration might look like. 💭 Friends and family gathered at home. Tacos. Margaritas. Chocolate cake. And not the dense, fancy kind. The fluffy Duncan Hines kind, cause that’s my fav. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that milestones really matter. And if there’s one worth celebrating, it’s 50. I never want to look back on my life with regret. And I found myself thinking about what Bruce would have done for my 50th. If you knew what he did for my 40th, you’d know there would have been a massive celebration. So we had one. My mom and Jenn took over and gave me strict instructions, “We’re planning this. No micromanaging.” And they ...