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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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.
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.