a week from friday. about two-hundred and twenty-something hours. and i am looking forward to it. to what? my 30th birthday. and why shouldn’t i? eight years out of college and i am more stable than i have ever been, at least financially. i can finally get a clear view of the world around me and of the face i shave every morning. it is like my father would say, usually when i had made one bad decision or another in school… he would tell me, “son, you’re just going to have to take a good, hard look in the mirror and make up your mind.”
and he was right.
do i fear thirty? no. the number seems more ominous to my friends and coworkers than it is to me. i am happy to be here, glad that i grew up when i did, being in college in the alternative 90s. there was perhaps nothing so good as being a child of the plastic 80s. wandering about at knee-level around adults i could admire in the early 70s. three decades in and i am ready for six more. or seven. maybe ten. let’s keep going, shall we?
now… is this the part where i try to draw your attention to my wish list?
