Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Wishes


I survived my birthday and am now on the other side of 49 staring at 50. But it isn't so bad. Even when I hit 50, I still have ten more years until I have to worry about turning 60. So I've got that to look forward to.
I remember that time as a child when I couldn't age quick enough. When I was five I couldn't wait to be six and start school. When I was 12 I couldn't wait to be 13 so I could be a teenager. When I was 17 I couldn't wait to be 18 so I could vote. When I was 18 I couldn't wait to be 19 so I could get into bars (Idaho's drinking age was 19 at the time). When I was 20 I couldn't wait to be 21 so I could get into casinos and drink in any state.
It was turning 25 that made me think I wanted the aging thing to slow down. I didn't want to turn 30. And 40, well, no one wants to turn 40. I never really thought about 50 until I started spiralling towards it.
So here I am. And I honestly don't feel any older inside than I did in my 20s. My 82-year old mother says the same thing. But we both look in the mirror and know otherwise.
Despite how this sounds, I am fine with my age. I feel calmer than I did in my youth. My career no longer drives me. I have found love in my wife. We are comfortable and have a nice home.
So, maybe those wishes you make when you blow out your birthday candles really do come true.
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