Today marks the end of my Thirties. The final day of youth. I’ve spent the last 39 years and 364 days wasting a lot of time. I am always putting things off until “whenever.” I had hoped, by now, I would be a jogger. Sounds funny doesn’t it? Me jogging? Please. But I have always wanted to start and starting is the hardest thing to do. I had hoped, by now, I would be in a rock band. I have been playing guitar since high school. I’m not too bad at it but I have a short attention span and will only sit long enough to learn the begining of songs. I mostly play things that I have made up. I had hoped, by now to be a writer. I want to write novels. This I have started, with my other blog, albeit it’s more along the lines of “micro-fiction” it’s a start.
So, I enter middle age with an understanding of myself. Hopefully I will stop putting off the “whenevers” and start getting busy with the things that I know i want to do with my life. Like playing with my kids more, they won’t be little for much longer; getting into better shape so I can be around for a lot longer; and start doing things that bring meaning into my life instead of waiting for life to happen for me.
I consider myself very lucky for having the great family that surrounds me and the friends I have in my life. I can be kind of an ass sometimes and I’m glad no one has deserted me yet. Thanks for putting up with me!
Well I’m off to do something meaningful. Well, maybe after a nap…
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Jesse
