On this day thirty-five years ago, I was born. Thirty-five, it seems of little consequence… a chapter in a book, but there’s something there to add depth to the idea: experience. I’ve experienced many things in my life to bring me to this point. I suppose I should be delighted to know that only a few bad moments I would change had I had the chance. I don’t think I would know what to do with a Utopian existence. Ups and downs seem essential.
If I’m not mistaken, this was the something like the start of Sex in the City. Sarah Jessica Parker’s character writing in her journal “I’m 35, and I am single.” What’s strange is that I can’t remember how I know that. Did someone force me to watch the beginning of the first episode? Maybe it was when I was in Charlotte and the mid-morning DJ duo Candy & Potter were talking so heavily about it. That seems about right, if a little foggy. I must have been curious to watch a bit of it on YouTube.
At this point I figure my life can be as open or closed as I want it to be. Maybe the future will bring me fortune, but I can rest assured I’ll have to pound away at it like a hammer swinger on the rail lines. There hasn’t been much I can recall that fell in my lap without me strangling the life out of my energy or leaning upon my drive. Luck is not my companion.
This will be my 150th post here on WordPress, and believe it’s fitting to commemorate my birthday as such. I’m sure there will be plenty of stories to tell in the upcoming year, but for right now, I shall eat cake. German Chocolate cake with coffee ice cream to be exact.