Apparently, Jesus died when he was 33. If that’s true, then he sure packed a lot of everlasting fame and influence into those 33 years. Former President of the United States of America George W. Bush even named the guy as his ‘favorite political philosopher‘. Not bad at all for a sandal-wearing protohippy.

And ever since, turning 33 brings with it the uncomfortable realization that you are not Jesus. Not fame-wise, or impact-wise, anyway. Probably not in any other way either.

But you know what? I’m not gonna let that bother me, that’s what Jesus wouldn’t do too. But that’s not why I’m rolling with the punches: I’m doing it because I’m not looking backwards. Not this birthday. I’m moving forward.

My other birthday posts have been about reflecting on my year and other years that have already happened. If I’m moving on from the past, it logically follows that I’d start looking at the present. However, I’m not going to do that.

Because at present things are only OK. I’m broke, I’m stressed, I’m nervous, and I’m confused.

But the good news is that I’m feeling pretty good about where I’m going. Short-term, I’m days away from my first Edinburgh Fringe. This means that I’ll be performing Roman Around – my solo comedy show – at the epicentre of culture, comedy, and general creative radness.

Beyond that, in the long term… I don’t really know. But I’m much too stressed and nervous and confused and excited about the next week to really concentrate on anything beyond that.

However, I’m going to go ahead and assume that it’ll involve me getting paid regularly (and handsomely) for doing stuff that I don’t hate doing, and thus being able to pay rent, bills, and more, laughing all the while about life’s zany and pleasant unpredictability, as the future rushes past me all easy-breezy.

That seems like the way to think about it. So that’s what I’m going to do.

Just like Jesus and Marty McFly, I’m going back to the future. I’ll see you there.