Happy Birthday Mr Gregorybear
Well here it is… That time of year again. No, not “the time of year when you actually post something?”, smartasses… But the time to reflect on my life as I become a year closer to becoming an old man.
And 34? Geez… 33 was ok, but to say “Thirty Four” out loud, really does sound old.
Anyway… I was sitting on the sand today, and thought about what has happened in the last year. Last year at this time I was preparing to live alone for the first time in my life. And it turns out I’m not as much of a slob as I figured I was. Women really do have SO MUCH CRAP that finds it’s way onto every flat surface of one’s living space.
I rediscovered my love of falling asleep to music – something I haven’t done since I was 18. (And blasting music on my iPod to drown out the sound of a snoring cabin mate certainly doesn’t count!)
The last twelve months have also allowed me to make decisions about my life without needing to incorporate someone else into the equation. For the first time, I decided to do things 100% for me.
As I stare at the ever more defined crow’s feet tucked into the corners of my eyes, I think about what my biggest fear in life is – and it’s not spiders – that’s number 2.