My 7th 29th Birthday

Am I really 35?
I’m literally in my mid-thirties now.
I do not know how to process this.
Last week I found not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, but 5 white hairs. FIVE.
I was in such a shock that they’re still in my hair. Now I’m just too lazy to pull them out. Is this the beginning of the end of my head full of thick, black hair?

I was driving home the other day and I saw an elderly couple walking together.
There are days where I think “growing old together” is a beautiful, lovely idea and sentiment.
But then there are some days where I think, “Shoot. Romeo and Juliet was on to something. Let’s just die young.”
Of course, I kid. I think.

There are so many things in my life I’m grateful for. I have my family: my wife. N. My parents. I have my health. We have our health.
Originally, I was going to steal an idea from my friend and colleague, Sarah Heath of  who wrote, for her birthday post, 35 things she was grateful for.
But that’s going to take slightly more time than I have at this moment. It’s not that I’m grateful. It’s just that my time management skills have been next to none existent in the past week (read: I’m lazy, y’all. And it’s catching up to me.)

So here’s to another year older and probably not any wiser.
To another year full of joys, adventures, setbacks, failures, tears, getting back up, hope, love, laughter, food, excitement, and risks.

… that is unless the world ends in 2016.

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