My 24 hours of special treatment from my family is almost over…another birthday nearly behind me.
If I were a pessimist, I’d say “Ohhhh, another birthday, another year closer to death” but I make a point not to think of stuff like that. I cannot, however, lie and say I haven’t spent a few moments lamenting the fact that I’m officially middle-age.
The hardest part of all to face is the fact that while I AM young and vibrant in the grand scheme of things, my youth, per se, is gone forever. Equally painful? I didn’t appreciate it when I had it.
George Bernard Shaw once said “Youth is wasted on the young.” I daresay he was on to something…
Happy 29th birthday to me…again ;)
(Edited to add: I fear my joke about being 29 again has flopped. I’m not 29, folks. I just wish I was.)