I am turning 38 years old this year. I have indeed kissed a girl though. In case you don’t know the title of this post and the reference in the prior sentence are from this song-
Why am I relating my birthday to a dour song by a Canadian rock band? Well, I found the song beautiful in its somberness. My twin brother Rob and I have a short history of embracing our nerddom in reference to our birthday. Last year we both were on this. He called and wished me a happy Dennis Day. I will break secret twin rules and say I was indeed thinking of it before he said it.
I bristle every time someone around me complains about growing older. Really? It is bad that you are growing older… what the alternative is better? I personally have enjoyed some of the benefits of aging- I like to think I have acquired some wisdom. I would have been an adequate father a decade ago. I believe I am very good at this point and will only continue to improve every year.
I also enjoy (and often detest) seeing how attitudes, places and people have changed. I am impressed that many states have decided make gay marriage legal (We don’t have enough love in the world to condemn any). I sometimes enjoy seeing changes – The Target plaza on Delaware in North Buffalo was hilly field for most of my childhood (development in Buffalo?)- and ones that make me lament the erosion brought on with time- The Central Terminal where I vaguely remember picking my Great Grandmother Effie a time or two,
I do not like the extra aches, the insomnia and various other things that start to infiltrate your day. I now have to wear glasses while driving (though I often did anyway). The insomnia has lead to an appreciation for the 20-30 minute nap after work. It takes extra stretching to work out strains and loosen tight muscles. I repeat, it beats the alternative.
I love growing older and love the thought of being 80, sitting on a porch and shaking my fist at 37, almost 38 year old version of me for how foolish I was about Fill in one of many possible blanks. With nothing promised I won’t count on it. I will look fondly on the aging along the way.