Thirty-ish
"Is this a milestone birthday?" I asked my co-worker this morning.
"Naw. Just another notch in the long, slow grind of the thirties," he replied.
Thanks for the chuckle, R.
posted by Trillian @ 9:48 AM
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Monday, November 15, 2004
"Naw. Just another notch in the long, slow grind of the thirties," he replied.
Thanks for the chuckle, R.
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8 Comments:
my 26th is on the 28th. yeah, pointless birthday, they should only keep track of the 5s.
Happy Birthday, withknivesout (in case I forget later).
yeah, thanks. though early wishes seem empty... lol.
26? That's so far in the past I can't even see its dust.
My eyes are going. My back hurts when I get up in the morning. Any kind of injury sticks with me for weeks or months. What is left of my hair is grey. I can't eat what I want.
Still, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. Comfortable in my own somewhat wrinkled skin.
well put dean, i wish that comfort hit sooner rather than later.
Dean. I hear you. While I'm somewhat angry that my body is share its opinion ofhow I treat it, I'm the happiest and most confident I've ever been. Too bad I couldn't have been like this when I had the body to match.
i was diagnosed with carpal tunnel when i was 17. the back has been hurting for a long time. oh well, here comes 26.
If we knew then what we know now...
I keep thinking about what age truly means. We assign numbers to ourselves based on someone's understanding of our planet's path around our sun. It's all so arbitrary that I find it difficult to fathom why we place so much importance on it in the first place.
I likely shouldn't be writing this now. The cold, damp air on my morning bike ride made my joints ache and put me in a cranky mood.
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