#30: As I turn a year older and reflect on age, I don’t mind feeling sturdy.
Actually, it was yesterday, my birthday. It was all right. Forty-six years of this and I’m still standing. Yay me! Something about the number though, it feels like I’ve crossed some kind of threshold. Forty was a “milestone”. Forty-one wasn’t that far removed from forty. Forty-two, well, it’s the answer to “life, the universe and everything”. Forty-three was Richard Petty’s car number. Forty-four was at least symmetrical, and forty-five had an authoritative ring to it. But forty-six feels like I’ve crossed the line to finally being on my way to getting old. Closer to fifty than forty. Past the half-way point to ninety. Yeesh.
But about it, I am okay with feeling sturdy. I can still take it, the living, and still function. That is everything. There are worse things than being a high-mileage forty-six year old after all. Every day I get to achieve a new personal record for consecutive days lived, if I am sturdy enough.
Photo credit: Todd Mauldin, used with permission