When I was younger, I thought people in their 40s were old.
Hell, as a kid, most of my friends' parents seemed ancient, and they were probably in their 30s.
But now I'm 45.
I don't feel 45.
Well, in some ways I do. My body has started its inevitable decline; I don't have the energy I used to have.
But mentally, I don't feel 45 at all. Maybe a perpetual 30.
I think that now Julie Franco has retired, I'm officially older than everyone playing major league baseball. If I had kids, some could be the age of a David Wright or a Lebron James.
Scary.
On the positive side, John F. Kennedy and Bob Hope were also born on May 29. And they did pretty well.
I've always thought that one's birthday was a more-logical time to make resolutions than New Year's. It's already a transitional day, a day in which we are saying that we're a year older, and what's going on in our lives?
So I'm going to make the usual resolutions. Write more often, and with more purpose. Make more time for friends. Try to eat better, exercise more, and drop at least 10 pounds. Talk to my siblings on the phone more often.
And try to do something with my writing career before I hit 46.
Thursday, 29 May 2008
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