Today I turn 45 and start the slow march to 50. It doesn’t bother me much, aging. It’s just fucking WEIRD, isn’t it? I do all the adulting things. I have a home and a business, kids and a dog, but still in my head I’m like, “How did this happen?” Just yesterday I was speeding down the highway screaming FOD at the top of my lungs, feeling bad-ass, flicking my last fuck out the window with my cigarette butt (points if you saw the post pic, noticed the tshirt and know the song reference). But now, here I am, lying in bed on my birthday wondering if I should make use of my day off by starting the taxes. I should probably get a jump on it since I have to take G.fox to the doctor for his pink eye in a couple hours. Adulting never stops, but every year I wake up on this day wondering when it started in the first place.
Adulting Never Stops
5 responses to “Adulting Never Stops”
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First off, Happy Birthday!
Second, as far as when the hell it happens, I don’t think many can pinpoint that moment. It’s just kind of…there. 😄
I’ve found that I don’t really think about it that much, because in my head, I’m still a big dumb kid. From time to time I’ll have a moment of wtf, but it usually passes quickly. I guess to me it’s just one day flowing into another, really. And if I did stop to think about it, I’d probably just depress myself. In this instance, I choose to remain blissfully ignorant.-
That’s exactly it, I feel the same in my mind, but then I look around at life like- well this isn’t the same at all. It’s like that Talking Heads song: “And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”
I guess it doesn’t matter how you get somewhere. Once you’re there, you’re there…until you’re not.
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Happy birthday! It’s weird getting older. I mean, it’s a privilege, but it’s weird. I now save boxes when I find a “good one.” I’m big into plants. I find myself wondering how I got here, and I always feel like I’m 17 years old inside. That part never stops. I’ve talked to many elderly people who still say they feel like a teenager inside – it’s just the outside doesn’t match up anymore.
little victories 
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