So I'm 32 now...hmmmm.
To be honest, I apparently took my first breath on the outside at about 4 AM, so to me it never really feels like my birthday until then, but since I have work in the morning I'll be asleep soon.
Yeah, it's a low-key birthday this year...no drinking or partying.
To be honest, I've never been the huge birthday event type. I'm more the "I made it around the sun one more time...cool" type. Hopefully the day will bring a few happy birthdays and cards, and low stress. I normally do go out and have some fun, but I'm tired and still a bit sick, so I'll make up for it later.
One habit I have picked up over the years is to take a few minutes before I go to sleep and to take a good long look at myself in the mirror. It's funny...as we get older our faces change so much, but we see the gradual change every day, so we don't always realize it unless we stop and take a look. I just take a few minutes to really look at the changes that have occured over the years, and kind of contemplate where the last year has taken me.
What did I see? I'm tired, and it shows a little...it's been a rough year on the work and personal fronts, and some decisions I've had to make, as well as some that I must address in the near future are weighing at me a bit. My thoughts drift back over the years and I'm amazed by the accomplishments I'm achieved and the sadness I've had to witness at times.
However, it's not all wear and tear...underneath the goatee and the stubble I can see my father's face looking back (except for hair/eye color I'm almost a clone of him), and that's always comforting. And hell, that skinny little 17 year old college freshman who was shy and unsure of himself managed to finally fill out, both physically and mentally...and he's got a lot of people around him who both count on him and care about him.
So I ponder all this for some moments, and then in the background I hear "Should I Stay or Should I Go" coming from my computer speakers. And at that moment I get a little sparkle in my eye, like there's mischief to be done, and a coy little smile crosses my lips, and I think to myself...
"hey...I'm still here"
...and I can't help but be happy.
Oh...and don't worry ladies...even tired I'm still cute as hell.
To be honest, I apparently took my first breath on the outside at about 4 AM, so to me it never really feels like my birthday until then, but since I have work in the morning I'll be asleep soon.
Yeah, it's a low-key birthday this year...no drinking or partying.
To be honest, I've never been the huge birthday event type. I'm more the "I made it around the sun one more time...cool" type. Hopefully the day will bring a few happy birthdays and cards, and low stress. I normally do go out and have some fun, but I'm tired and still a bit sick, so I'll make up for it later.
One habit I have picked up over the years is to take a few minutes before I go to sleep and to take a good long look at myself in the mirror. It's funny...as we get older our faces change so much, but we see the gradual change every day, so we don't always realize it unless we stop and take a look. I just take a few minutes to really look at the changes that have occured over the years, and kind of contemplate where the last year has taken me.
What did I see? I'm tired, and it shows a little...it's been a rough year on the work and personal fronts, and some decisions I've had to make, as well as some that I must address in the near future are weighing at me a bit. My thoughts drift back over the years and I'm amazed by the accomplishments I'm achieved and the sadness I've had to witness at times.
However, it's not all wear and tear...underneath the goatee and the stubble I can see my father's face looking back (except for hair/eye color I'm almost a clone of him), and that's always comforting. And hell, that skinny little 17 year old college freshman who was shy and unsure of himself managed to finally fill out, both physically and mentally...and he's got a lot of people around him who both count on him and care about him.
So I ponder all this for some moments, and then in the background I hear "Should I Stay or Should I Go" coming from my computer speakers. And at that moment I get a little sparkle in my eye, like there's mischief to be done, and a coy little smile crosses my lips, and I think to myself...
"hey...I'm still here"
...and I can't help but be happy.
Oh...and don't worry ladies...even tired I'm still cute as hell.
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and happy bday!