Hello?

Today I have good news and bad new. I woke up this morning and found that I am 56 years old. The good news is that I woke up this morning. The issue is not really how old I am or even how I feel. I feel well enough and truthfully do not look as old as I am (so I am told). What does trouble me is how much I have yet to accomplish so far in life.
I am on a path that I have trampled on for years and have accumulated tons of data which is now ripe for publishing. I just need to maintain enough steam to see that it does. I have questions that need answers, I need validation for the work I've done and if all goes well, this is the year all my experience is going to finally be realized.
If I listed the meager accomplishments they are great, yet un-noticed on a global scale. Teaching an autistic boy to run like an athlete, healing a handful of people, creating great athletes from average. Still not published.
If I seem frustrated, I guess I am. I want more, I deserve more, and I suppose I write this note and toss it off into the cosmos to see if anyone cares to hear my rant or better, say... good job so far, now write the fucking books.