Good.

I'm in a reflective mood. It's Mother's Day. I decided to go help coach our Renegades Baseball Academy in a tournament over the weekend down in Okotoks. The team played quite well, competed hard but came up just a little short in the semi-finals.

It's just before 4:00 on Sunday afternoon as I sit to write this. I got back home at 2 am last night, and have a million things to do before the gym gets going tomorrow. So, I decided to go to a coffee shop to focus and work (write programs, answer emails, etc.).

Metaphorically speaking, AHP, and the Renegades Baseball Academy, has been built during Sunday afternoons in various coffee shops.

Probably because it's Mother's Day today, I find myself transported to Sunday afternoons in 2018. The business (where it's now at), and the ball academy was all but a dream for the future at that point. I would go sit at the Starbucks in St. Albert all afternoon and grind away.

The difference between then and now? I'd go to Mom's for Sunday dinner afterwards. Some of my favourite memories, to be sure. "In retrospect, the times of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful." - Sigmund Freud

I digress. In my (only ever so slightly) melancholy current state, it hit me that I had shoulder surgery to repair a torn labrum fifteen years ago, to the day, following my junior year of college. It's crazy that it took me until the afternoon to realize the date. It's more crazy fifteen years has passed.

What was once the worst thing to ever happen to me (up to that point in my 21 year old life) turned out to be the best thing.