Getting Older

Today, my 26th Birthday, I am feeling more and more like an old man. Not only because my lady tells me so every time I make funny noises getting off the couch (I have a Fractured Rib.) But, because I heard something on the radio about Nancy Kerrigan, the ex Olympic figure skating beat down girl. The announcer described something horrible happening to her or someone in her family. Then, he said that the event that included the beat down happened 18 years ago.

Up until recently I still thought of 18 years as a long time. Now I realize that time has flown by even faster than previously realized. to say that 18 years ago I wasn’t in a diaper is a big deal to me. I value my youthfulness, and hope that next time I get a chance to say something to you I’m not talking about something that happened 30 years ago. Man do I feel old. 26 years is a long time.

Now that 18 years ago feels like yesterday, but in all reality wasn’t. I have come to realize that with growing older, I’ve come to realize that some things that were so much more important to me in the past, aren’t anymore. I enjoy watching my bonus daughter get excited over the simplest things. I find that sometimes hearing or seeing others experience things that I would have loved to do previously, is no longer a bore, but a benefit. I notice that while my love is baking my first bun in her oven that things are going better than I once thought. Life isn’t as you dream it to be, but if you step back and look at the painting you have mounted on the wall in front of you. You will notice that it really isn’t all that bad. Might be Jackson Pollock instead of Picasso, but you might not have noticed that you like Jackson Pollock until you stopped to take a look.