Well, it’s not quite my birthday (I’m writing this on Wednesday the 18th), that happens the day that this post posts. Yes, at (I believe) 7:50 am PST on June 20th in 1961 I was foisted upon the world.
Yes, I am admitting my real age, and on the internets. I am turning 53.
The weird thing about that is that of course I don’t feel 53, or perhaps this is what 53 is supposed to feel like. Yes, I can tell I’ve slowed a bit and I am not as limber as I used to be, but that’s likely have to do with the fact that I no longer do Yoga, which I should take up again. In my mind I am still 25, although the actual appearance of 25 year olds make me think “Oh these kids..” I look at some of the actors around today and look them up on IMDB and realize that some of them were born when I was in College. Which is fine, but a little strange.
I don’t mean to make this sound like a whine. I am truly blessed in many ways and I am both glad for that and recognize that many aren’t. I have good friends who truly care about me, as I do about them. I have my health when even some of my friends don’t.. I have a job and a roof over my head when I every day see people who don’t, and I think every time how easily that could be me.
I even have all my hair.
Could my life be better? Sure. I could have won PowerBall, bought a condo and a convertible and retired to travel. But that’s a fairy tale that in all likelihood will never come true.
I even have a pretty great perfume collection, even if I am forbidden to wear any at work.
So that’s the state of things as I enter into the 54th year of my like. I don’t know that I need to have 54 more, but I intend to be thankful for the years I have left and enjoy every moment. I hope you all do too.
Oh, and I’m wearing this I am wearing Muscs Koublai Khan. You know I wash going to get perfume in there somewhere, right?
Image: taken by my friend Terre at a dinner with friends to celebrate our friend Max’s 20th birthday.