Getting Older, starring: Me.
So today I turn 47, and really, the numbers are all but meaningless to me now. 47 doesn't feel any different than 46, which didn't feel any different than 38 and so on and so on. I didn't bat an eye at the "big" three-oh, and forty passed more or less with a laugh as well. As I drive headlong towards the bigger big five-oh (book 'em, Danno), I retain my resolve that I still feel about twenty-five in most respects. Yeah, I don't have the stamina I once had, and yeah, there's serious metal fatigue in all the lode-bearing memebers, but my mindset remains largely at the quarter-century mark (well, actually, I was kind of an idiot at 25, and while I can appreciate the "seasoning" I've acquired over the intervening years, I still feel spiritually young). I have certainly made many mistakes along the way, and screwed up much that I would gladly try to correct if I "had it all to do over again," but my life is hardly in ruins, and I try to find happiness in the road that is before me at the moment. And much of that is derived from appreciating the work -- and occasionally the company -- of really talented people. I have come to accept the fact that I, myself, will never be wildly successful (in a financial sense, anyway) at any creative endeavour, but hope to continue to do creative things just for my own fulfillment and enrichment. So, happy birthday to me -- alive on the planet, and not doing too bad.