Recently a few of my friends have mentioned to me that I ought to post something on this blog. I was going to make one post that contained a few of the things that have either happened to me lately, or thoughts that I have recently had that I felt like expressing. But, after writing out the post below (Part II) I realized that it might end up being quite a long post, and decided to divide it into two parts.
Anyhow, something that has been on my mind lately is the fact that I am right at the verge of actually being as old as I have told people I am for the last five years. Truthfully, I have had lots of birthdays in my life (29 to this point) and for the most part I don't think much of them either way. I don't take the day off work (Jami) and I generally don't even tell people that it is my birthday. But I am somewhat apprehensive about the idea of turning thirty. I think that my biggest concern is that people generally assume that a Mormon kid who gets to 30 and unmarried must be really weird or something.
Now granted, I may have a fairly dry and random sense of humor, but I don't really think the word "weird" is a fair description of me. Maybe goofy, but not weird.
So, anyway, I have been thinking a lot about turning 30 and what it means and the like. But I also had a very interesting thought the other day. I realized that in the 10 years since I turned 20, 8 of those years have been really good. I've been really lucky in the people that I have met and the things I've been able to do. Granted, I've had my problems and issues (which pale in comparison to what many people have to deal with), but I'm a pretty happy guy overall.
So, if you're reading this, and you have been a friend to me over the last 10 years (or ever); Thank you very much for making my life as great as it's been.
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3 comments:
nearly shed a tear on that one. looks like you've been having loads of fun. Sorry about Lorna...ha ha ha
I resent that birthday comment!!
There is nothing wrong with loving your birthday. Think of it as a sort of thank you to your mom (she did all the work, after all.)
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