29 Years and 100 Posts

Happy Birthday

Well, it’s a cou­ple of days since my birth­day, so I thought I might cre­ate a spe­cial post to reflect upon it. Sure it’s a lit­tle late, but since plen­ty of peo­ple I know have been kind of shot­gun­ning birth­day well-wish­es around the date for the past month, I’m real­ly don’t feel bad about it. Not that I’ve mind­ed. Hav­ing cards, calls, and e‑mails sent for the past month has been kind of nice.

As the twen­ties slow­ly eek out of me, I find it inter­est­ing that I sim­ply do not feel old. I hear so many peo­ple around my age com­plain­ing about how they are start­ing to get old now and how their lives have changed. Well, of course my life has changed, but none of that makes me feel any older.

When­ev­er I lis­ten to a sto­ry from a friend or co-work­er about their chil­dren (pos­si­bly some wacky sit­u­a­tion the child got into just some­thing they said), I almost always empathize with the kid rather than the par­ent. I always find myself say­ing some­thing like “wow, I can remem­ber doing or say­ing the same thing when I was that age!” Fur­ther, while the guy in the mir­ror looks a bit old­er than some of the pic­tures on my desk, he hard­ly looks like a dif­fer­ent per­son. Maybe it’s because I rou­tine­ly am look­ing for new things; new chal­lenges or things to learn that make me feel, if not young, at least inex­pe­ri­enced (which is like being young, only dumb­er). Per­haps it is because I’m just now reach­ing the point in my life where I real­ly feel like I’m doing thing I want to do. The path isn’t being laid out before me by oth­ers any­more (except the to-do lists Angela leaves for me, which are okay).

What­ev­er the rea­son, I’ve yet to have many moments which have struck me that per­haps I am get­ting old­er, at least faster than I had thought I would. The most recent that may fall into this cat­e­go­ry hap­pened one night last week. Angela had asked me to come down to her phar­ma­cy after work to help with some stock­ing and to stop at the gro­cery store on the way for some soda. I went to the Kroger at about 10:00 only to learn they closed at 9:00. In over two years of liv­ing in this house, nei­ther of us had attempt­ed to go to the gro­cery store past 9:00 pm. This from the guy who in col­lege always shopped past mid­night to avoid the crowds! That did sort of make me real­ize I’m at least not try­ing to act like a col­lege stu­dent any­more. If not old, maybe just more sensible.

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Stats from the WordPress dashboard

This is, by the way, the 100th post to this site since it has become a blog. Yes, it’s been a quick 9–1/2 months (no, seri­ous­ly, that’s how long it’s been) since my very first post, and lot’s has hap­pened to talk about. There’s also been a lot of chaff, but hey, it’s a blog. It can’t all be Don Quixote all the time. There’s also been some changes in the blog soft­ware: I start­ed over with a Blog­ger account until Jason J. con­vinced me to try Word­Press. I’ve learned some about CSS and PHP (okay, no jokes, I said some), with still much thanks to Mr. J. Fur­ther, I’ve got­ten more into dig­i­tal pho­tog­ra­phy and also acquired a some­what unhealthy obses­sion with Flickr, which has hope­ful­ly helped to influ­ence some of my friends.

Any­way, as this is kind of the record of my life and the world through my lens, I’m look­ing for­ward to much more con­tent on here in the future. To all my friends, fam­i­ly, and com­plete inter­net strangers who have found any­thing on here worth read­ing, thanks for stop­ping by. I tru­ly enjoy this method of com­mu­ni­cat­ing with the world and have love hav­ing peo­ple talk back to me here: friends and strangers alike. It helps me think about who I am and who I want to be and pos­si­bly who you see me as.

Categorized as Life, Meta

By Jason Coleman

Structural engineer and technical content manager Bentley Systems by day. Geeky father and husband all the rest of time.

1 comment

  1. Con­grat­u­la­tions and Hap­py Birth­day! 100 posts, huh? Since I’ve start­ed using Word­Press (March of this year), I’ve post­ed 28 times. You put me to shame! You’ve made me curi­ous about how long I’ve been run­ning my web­site, though. My first post on my data­base-dri­ven site was in Feb­ru­ary 2004. Before that I had been enter­ing posts man­u­al­ly into an HTML doc­u­ment and upload­ing it over and over. I did­n’t do that for long, though.

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