Monday, November 15, 2004

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.

10 Comments:

At 4:20 PM, Blogger withknivesout said...

my 26th is on the 28th. yeah, pointless birthday, they should only keep track of the 5s.

 
At 5:33 PM, Blogger Trillian said...

Happy Birthday, withknivesout (in case I forget later).

 
At 8:58 AM, Blogger withknivesout said...

yeah, thanks. though early wishes seem empty... lol.

 
At 9:44 AM, Blogger Dean said...

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.

 
At 10:14 AM, Blogger withknivesout said...

well put dean, i wish that comfort hit sooner rather than later.

 
At 3:55 PM, Blogger Rachel - Wicked Ink said...

That is Perfect, for when I celebrate sometime next month... "Just another notch in the long, slow grind of the thirties" sounds so much better than 29C.

 
At 4:06 PM, Blogger Trillian said...

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.

 
At 9:56 PM, Blogger Rambling Rene said...

I'll be 28 in January, and already my body feels that it needs to start hating me. I get heartburn already. I'm getting carpal tunnel syndrome. My back and shoulders kill me constantly...my knees...I wake up in pain and wish I could sleep 24 hours a day.

 
At 10:06 AM, Blogger withknivesout said...

i was diagnosed with carpal tunnel when i was 17. the back has been hurting for a long time. oh well, here comes 26.

 
At 11:02 AM, Blogger Carmi said...

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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