So I’m turning the big FOUR ZERO this year. So I’m officially what I would have considered really old back when I was in my teens. What’s odd is that the picture I still have of my parents in my dreams is when they were in their early 30’s…so in some odd way of thinking I’m older than my parents?
No you don’t have to feel sorry for me, in fact, I feel still feel pretty young. Despite the fact I haven’t run a lot lately, I still feel stronger and healthier than I did when I was in my 20s, I can still bang away at my guitar enough to impress kids half my age, I enjoy video games as much as I did when I first discovered Atari at my uncle’s house. So I’m ok with this number.
I guess the only frustration I have at this point in time is that I still have a lot of the same bucket list items I’ve had since I was a teen as well:
- I haven’t explored a castle in Europe yet
- I haven’t visited the Smithsonian
- I haven’t climbed up to Machu Pichu
- I haven’t sky dived off a plane (although this one I’m more and more ok with letting go)
- I haven’t bought my Porsche
- EDIT: I haven’t had a chance to snowboard yet (go figure…Hawaii boy)
God I hope I can tackle some of these before another 20 years rolls by.
Maybe that explains the crankiness. 😉
I love the Smithsonian. I have a rule that I have to hit the Smithsonian whenever I visit my family in VA. You’d really like it, and best of all, it’s FREE! (airfare and hotel not included)
Cranky!? Pot calling the kettle black? 🙂
……I am nearing my 44th birthday and I still want my fathers advice and approval. I still have doubts about what I want to be when I am grown up yet I am worrying about retirement. I fear I will not feel totally grown up till my father passes away and what if I still dont feel grown up…