I really have nothing profound to say, but in three days I’ll turn 52.
52.
Fifty. Two!
I am not afraid of getting older. I normally don’t care about numbers. It’s how I feel. How I act. And 99% of the time I feel great, and act like an idiot.
I am still waiting to figure out what I’m going to be when I grow up.
And the fact that I turn 52 in three days is completely inconsequential in and of itself. But still… it’s 52. I am slowly drifting away from 50. I am closer to the end than the beginning. It’s weird.
I don’t like it.
But yet it doesn’t change the fact that my thoughts are immature, my first reaction is humour or sarcasm, and that ‘adulting’ is for older people. And I think that as long as I feel good and surround myself with the young, creative intelligent, hard working people that I have the good fortune of working with – and raising – day to day, I’ll never act or feel my age.
I’ll never be able to turn back the clock, but I’m going to keep it advancing as slowly as I can.
Maybe this is all because today should have been my Mom’s 77th birthday. Instead, it’s the 8th year I have to think about what could have been. Eight years of getting older while she’s frozen in time. I guess time has a way of making you think. Eight more years of trying to figure out when I’ll grow up. But the more time passes, the less I think that’s going to happen.
And I think that’s ok.
My Mom loved Elvis. My Dad still loves the Beatles.
But no matter how innovative for their time, or how much they changed Rock and/or Roll, I don’t equate their love for that type of music to be equivalent to me still knowing every word of ‘Bust A Move’ or flowing with Eminem, Public Enemy, Snoop Dogg, or screaming with Axl Rose. 50 is the new 40, and all that jazz.
Times change, life goes on, my hair gets thinner and greyer, and my birth year gets further and further away, but my mind and heart still connect with high-school me waiting to see what life has in-store.
So as I get set to turn 52, I find that I really have nothing remarkable to say.
I don’t like getting older, but I don’t feel or act my age. And maybe that’s the key. Or, at least I hope it is.
I don’t live a ‘fast and loose’ life, but I also have no intention of slowing down or acting my age. I look 1000, but feel 18. I still feel like I have a lot of life ahead of me and I am excited for the future, despite all the negativity and nonsense that the news and social media bring on a daily basis. Life is good.
Here’s to the next 52!