I mentioned in my year-end post that the dad of one of my childhood friends once told us that your body gets older on the outside but you stay more or less the same on the inside. Eventually you reach a plateau for emotional maturity, the crest of an upward trend that hopefully continues throughout the rest of your life, while your body begins to do the opposite, dropping down the other side of this metaphorical hill.
Years are going by faster and faster. My foot is pressing down harder on the accelerator and I am unable, will never be able, to slow down, not until at last I stop for good. Someday this will worry me. Right now, I watch these years pass with detached, almost clinical, interest.
I’ve struggled with collecting my thoughts, on finding significance, on reaching the big 3-0. It doesn’t feel more meaningful than any other birthday, which for me is actually a huge deal because I love an excuse to celebrate something. So actually I take all of that back. This is a great event, as usual! Tomorrow, on April 1st, it’s all about me, bay-bee!
In lieu of depth and meaning, here are some lists.
Things that keep me young
- Great genes
- Always being a lil bit overweight
- General zest for life
- Having a tumblr account (see image below for reference)
- Hobbies that I’m genuinely very passionate about
- Extremely niche hobbies that I’m wildly, ironically passionate about
- A “yes, and” attitude
- 7.5 hours of sleep
- Minding my own business
- Not smoking (probably)
Things that I wish I had learned sooner
- Always have electrolytes somewhere in the house. It might save you a trip to the ER.
- You can be funny and kind or funny and cruel. The second one is easier, but the first one is worth it.
- There’s a big difference between being nice and being kind.
- Wear sunscreen.
- Recovery isn’t linear.
- thank u, next
- Everyone loves differently.
- Virtues get easier with practice.
- You’re not eating enough protein.
- God doesn’t say no. He says, instead: yes; or, not yet; or, I have something better in mind.
- The more comfortable you are with yourself, the more permission others feel to be comfortable with themselves.
- Sometimes it really do just be like that.
I realized today that I’ve been writing in this blog almost continuously for five years. It is mostly a pain, but it forces me to put something out there into the world/void about a dozen times a year. I just wanted to take a second to say thank you to anyone and everyone who is reading this. Whether you know me personally or you just stumbled here by accident (most likely, you are a soft combination of the two), thank you for giving me a few minutes of your day. Thank you for reading.