Getting Old
Today is my buddy Jeff’s Birthday...
...you’re getting old, Champ.
Thursday I get to 54 on the time calendar.
“Time to celebrate birthday week,” I said.
Everyone yawned.
Birthdays are weird for us old dudes.
It’s turned into a day of aggravation for a guy like me.
You see, every day I’m alive is a day that starts with a To-Do List. I spend the first 20 minutes that I’m awake compiling my list of things to do...
...I’m obsessive compulsive so I have to get the list clear before I return to that bed. A bad day is when I don’t get it done.
Birthdays are tough for that because I get a lot of texts, messages and calls. I have to answer each one individually. If someone took a second to send me a message, I need to answer it.
“Wait until the end of the day and just send one big thank-you,” my beautiful wife said.
Can’t do it.
So, having a birthday in the age of social media has made me older.
It’s a tough day.
And as I’ve grown older, I’ve thought about my Dad at the age I am now. About how he remained concerned about each and every kid being in a pretty good place.
I also think about my age in a specific year.
1990 doesn’t seem like that long ago...
...I was 25 for most of that year.
That’s crazy!
I’m getting old.
Jeffy is older!
Have a good day!
...you’re getting old, Champ.
Thursday I get to 54 on the time calendar.
“Time to celebrate birthday week,” I said.
Everyone yawned.
Birthdays are weird for us old dudes.
It’s turned into a day of aggravation for a guy like me.
You see, every day I’m alive is a day that starts with a To-Do List. I spend the first 20 minutes that I’m awake compiling my list of things to do...
...I’m obsessive compulsive so I have to get the list clear before I return to that bed. A bad day is when I don’t get it done.
Birthdays are tough for that because I get a lot of texts, messages and calls. I have to answer each one individually. If someone took a second to send me a message, I need to answer it.
“Wait until the end of the day and just send one big thank-you,” my beautiful wife said.
Can’t do it.
So, having a birthday in the age of social media has made me older.
It’s a tough day.
And as I’ve grown older, I’ve thought about my Dad at the age I am now. About how he remained concerned about each and every kid being in a pretty good place.
I also think about my age in a specific year.
1990 doesn’t seem like that long ago...
...I was 25 for most of that year.
That’s crazy!
I’m getting old.
Jeffy is older!
Have a good day!
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