14 days till Inga and I take a 22 day trip to Iceland.
Travel is good for the soul.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Senility at long last.
Well, I admit, I haven't been worth a crap at posting lately, as I've been bogged down in my own self-pity upon turning thirty this month. Turning thirty today actually.....
Yikes! I actually feel a bit icky this morning as I sit here at the office, feeling older than dirt, trying to frame this birthday in the right perspective. Many trendy types will tell you that thirty is the new twenty, but somehow that pill is tough to swallow.
For me, I think the easiest mental approach is to admit that in the grand scheme of things, if you study the history of the human species, turning thirty is actually a pretty awesome accomplishment. Seriously, it takes lots of good luck and some real smarts to avoid getting killed these days, with religious feuds, congested interstates, suicidal types, and unhealthy cities and work environments posing threats, just to name a few. Just the fact that I am still breathing at thirty seems like a pretty decent accomplishment to me.
Anyway, enough rambling. With any further luck, I'll live to see forty and this new decade will be as eventful and memorable as my twenties. Hopefully good health for my wife and I, lots of travel, and maybe a kid or two, will find me over the next ten years. Let the countdown to forty begin.
Yikes! I actually feel a bit icky this morning as I sit here at the office, feeling older than dirt, trying to frame this birthday in the right perspective. Many trendy types will tell you that thirty is the new twenty, but somehow that pill is tough to swallow.
For me, I think the easiest mental approach is to admit that in the grand scheme of things, if you study the history of the human species, turning thirty is actually a pretty awesome accomplishment. Seriously, it takes lots of good luck and some real smarts to avoid getting killed these days, with religious feuds, congested interstates, suicidal types, and unhealthy cities and work environments posing threats, just to name a few. Just the fact that I am still breathing at thirty seems like a pretty decent accomplishment to me.
Anyway, enough rambling. With any further luck, I'll live to see forty and this new decade will be as eventful and memorable as my twenties. Hopefully good health for my wife and I, lots of travel, and maybe a kid or two, will find me over the next ten years. Let the countdown to forty begin.
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