Christ, I’m getting old. 29 is a pretty unremarkable age, mostly because 30 is just around the corner. When you’re 30, I think there are no more excuses for not being an adult. I’m 29 as of today, I have 366 days (thank you Leap Year) to get my shit together.
I don’t really know if I can count 28 as being a hugely successful year. I think I got my ass kicked quite a few times academically, professionally, personally, and romantically. Really, just an all around year where my ass has been handed to me.
I was thinking about this over Christmas when I was sitting at home, and I guess I was looking a little morose. Let me preface this by saying that we are not a talky-feely family. We love each other with all of our hearts, but it’s almost never said out loud. As you can surmise, talking about feelings is rare, especially between my dad and me. This time, he just asked me one thing, “Even when you’re failing, are you doing better than you were before?”
The answer was yes.
He then of course turned and walked away.
It’s an easy sentiment, but the only time you truly get your ass kicked is when you stay down. So I guess 29 will be about getting up. And probably getting knocked down a few more times, and then getting up again. And staying up.
I try not to make a huge deal about my birthday. I mean, as arrogant as I can be at times, my continued existence is not huge cause for alarm. My birthday has always been about gratitude. Gratitude for the many little things that has kept me alive and relatively sane for this long. Mostly my family, my friends, junk food, good TV, and all of you. I’ll keep updating you with the amusing parts of my life, and you keep reading. You might drift in and out, but that’s how every relationship is at times. So let’s just roll with it.
Twenty Eight down, and hopefully many many more to go. Thanks for coming along with me, through the ups, the downs, and everything in-between. You don’t know the myriad tiny ways that you all help me every day, and I thank you for it. However, presents are still appreciated. I am, as always, a sentimental fool.
Happy Birthday to me….
With love and gratitude,