Having your birthday on New Years Day definitely gives you pause for reflection (and not just asking yourself questions like 'How did I get home last night?' or 'Where did those stains come from?'). A couple of weeks later, I'm allowing myself a moment of self-indulgence; hey, it's my blog, it's supposed to be self-indulgent. Here's a partial list of observations that I have made about rounding the final lap of my dirty thirties.
Grey chest hairs? What the hell?
Some recent purchases: Orthopedic insoles, skin moisturizer, and, just last week, a nose and ear hair trimmer.
I sometimes find myself waking up at 4:00 in the morning for no apparent reason.
I have coworkers who were born in the early 80s. I remember the early 80s.
When I went to high school, text messaging was writing a note on a piece of paper and passing it along several rows of desks.
I often find myself smiling wistfully for no apparent reason.
I've started wearing pajama bottoms.
Sometimes I do crosswords before I go to bed.
I am now one of those guys who stands towards the back at concerts and pretends to mouth the words.
Sometimes I put my back out just by sleeping funny or sneezing.
I used to use Columbia House to order LPs.
I distinctly remember my parents when they were ten years younger than I am now.
If I rent a movie longer than, say, 90 minutes, I have to ask myself 'Shall I take a nap first?'
But all in all, it's not so bad really. After all that soul-searching and identity crisis that comes with your twenties and thirties, I'm definitely more comfortable with the way I am than I used to be. I guess that I've finally grown accustomed to myself and my strange ways.
I'm feeling more creative and satisfied than I have in years and I'm still constantly inspired and recharged by my environment and the people around me. Not a week goes by that I don't watch a movie, hear a new song, or see a piece of art that stops me in my tracks and makes me think 'Wow'. When I was a boy, I loved drawing, writing, reading, taking photos - years later, I'm still doing exactly the same thing. Creativity is a huge part of who I am and, hopefully, it will be for many years to come.
OK, I'm starting to sound a little too 'Dr. Phil' now, so I should probably sign off.
2 comments:
smiling wistfully, Simon? Yes, I had noticed that some time ago. To balance things out you should perhaps also create a "list" of your immature traits that you still have...I'll help you start one now: Your little zippy-dee-doo-dah hop/skip, staring at Brenda and saying "you suck", smirking at either Brenda or me during one of Peter's boring lectures, video taping Paul do front flips in the studio, your general sense of humour, etc., etc.
Miss you!
Awww... thanks toots! Miss you too. Nice to have somebody keeping tabs on my immature traits.
To quote Robert Bloch (author of Psycho):
"I have the heart of a child. I keep it in a jar on my shelf. "
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