Today is my 32nd birthday. I’m writing that down so I don’t forget (as I hear tends to happen with age). However, I officially stopped counting after 30, and have actually caught myself forgetting how old I am sometimes (or at least not thinking about it as much as I used to). Of course, I don’t feel a day over 29.
Growing up, I was always in a hurry to grow up. I always wanted to be older than I was. I was the youngest camp counselor at my summer camp in Lake Tahoe (at 15 when the required age was 16); I even had a guy in my tent once who was older than I was.
I find that interesting because I’m also a kid at heart. I do take my “grown-up” responsibilities — the mortgage, the bills, the job — very seriously, but I also love to have fun. I enjoy life and get as much out of every day that I possibly can.
On this day every year I’m reminded what an amazing wife, wonderful family, and great friends I have. I feel really fortunate, and I love you all. Thank you for all the kind birthday wishes.
It’s a beautiful spring day here in Saratoga Springs — finally — and is about 60+ degrees now. The skies are blue, the sun is shining, and I can’t wait for Jen to get home from work so we can get out of the house to celebrate my birthday.
It’s been a long winter here in Upstate New York, and hopefully with the improved weather will come improved attitudes of Upstate New Yorkers. That’s one thing that really brings me down about living here: Too many people just seem so unhappy and miserable all the time. Maybe it’s just the weather or people who are down on their luck or people who feel like they’d rather be somewhere else. But I don’t let it bring me down. I run by. I smile. I wave.
The older I get, the faster time seems to pass me by. So I guess it will become more important with each passing day to stop and reflect on life.
Life is beautiful and I love every moment of it.
