Well, maybe I am being a little dramatic. This Sunday I will turn 26…. I mean 31 years old. I can’t believe how fast the time has flown by. It seems like it was just yesterday I was a kid playing stick ball on the beach. I just can’t believe that I am in my 30s, how did that happen so damn fast?!?! Mr. Fab’s post inspired me to look through some of my old photos from growing up.
Take a look at my father and I here:
That couch looks awesome. Apparently it was comfortable. Man… those were the days. No job, no mortgage and all my meals were prepared for me.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bummed out. 31. hmmm. Sure doesn’t seem to have the same magic and excitement as 21 did. There’s nothing really special that happens at 31. There are no new privileges, no laws that I am not breaking any more. It’s just 31, one more year. I suppose if I was a tree I would have another ring in my trunk, but that is about all I can think of and I am not a tree (anymore).
But maybe, just maybe I am misinformed. Maybe 31 is the best year of your life and I should be celebrating in the streets and bragging to my friends. Maybe they should start making shirts that say “I”m 31 and I’m a badass”. The only people that know are those of you who have seen 31 come and go. You are the people I want to hear from. If 31 was the best year of your life (hell even if it was just a pretty good year) I want to know. What happened? Any awesome milestones to look forward to.
Give me hope (and send cake) : )
