Runester

Hey, this is my Birthday-Eve! I turn 36 years old, tomorrow. Cool, huh?

I look into the mirror and see grey hair in my beard. It bothered me a (very) little bit at first. Then it occurred to me … I earned those! Every grey hair and every wrinkle and every day I’m still here is earned. I deserve a little credit for that.

I always get (even more) introspective around my birthdays. Am I where I thought I’d be at this age? No. Am I doing as well as I would have hoped? No. Am I doing as poorly as I feared I might? No. Am I still pluggin away, doing pretty good, and certainly better then last year? Yes. So, there has been forward progress - and that’s not bad.

Thirty-Six. Weird. I still feel eight (8) when dealing with other people and maybe twelve (12) when playing around online or watching cartoons. The body ages, but the little boy inside wanders around forever.