Saturday, November 29, 2008

Last day of thirty-ness.

"You know, J, you're just hitting your prime. Guys from their late-20s to their late-30s, they're just finding themselves. They're confident, they've established careers, they're mature but not old."
— random friend, trying to console a weeping JTL

I kid, I kid.

I'm fine, really.

The phrase "youth is wasted on the young" comes to mind quite frequently these days, and I think there's a lot of merit to it. Does the average 15-year-old realize the genuine lack of responsibilities they have — show up at this building every weekday at 9, do what you're told, and it'll all turn out relatively fine — ?

(Grammatically awkward, yes, but it conveys what I want it to. Take that, Merriam and Webster.)

I'd like to think, and I'm pretty sure of myself here, that my spot in life is pretty good right now. I know I've written about it before — recently, even — but things are rolling along fairly well. I'm in good health, relatively OK wealth, and I'd like to think I'm a little bit wise... I mean, sure, I'm not friggin' David Suzuki over here, but I'm pretty sure I've picked up some tips and pointers along the way somewhere.

So, yeah, there we go. Come on, thirty-one, let's see what you have to offer.

1 comment:

Duder said...

Happy Birthday...?
Our thirties will be awesome. They HAVE to be.