Old age aint no place for sissies. - Bette Davis
I turned 32 today. It's kind of odd to think back to ten or fifteen years ago and what I had planned to do with my life, and how, really, none of those plans or dreams are even the same now. I mean, I've wanted to be a professional artist or author in some capacity since I was a child, but at 23 I don't think I would have ever imagined I'd be living in Maine, working for a drug store, with hopes of publishing a book, opening a motel and selling a few sculptures. At the time, I was considering the idea of running my own gas station and drawing comic books for a living. Five years before that I was working at a phone survey center, and I was probably hoping I'd eventually be able to grow a proper goatee.
But for my age, I don't feel too bad. The kids at work mock me, but they don't treat me like I'm ancient, and I really feel like most of the things that brought me pleasure back in the day still do the same now, and that's what's important to me. That I still hold on to some part of my youth while finding better things to replace the rest. We'll see where the next 365 days takes me.
And lest I start feeling too old, I can always look forward to how we plan to celebrate my birthday on Thursday. By going to the aquarium, getting some Ice Cream and buying a set of Legos. Aww yeah!
