Year…that is.
I can’t believe we are done already. It seems like just yesterday we were at the end of last year.
But at this stage in life, it is like the days pass in seconds and the time goes before you can even process what has taken place.
This may just be a sign that I am nearly over the hill. Notice the nearly. I am not ready to start the downslide on the other side of 50 just yet. No seriously. I am not. It has just the last day or so sunk in that I am 48.
Do you remember when we, and I am grouping you all together with me, were in our teens? Remember when our grandparents were in their forties and we thought they were so old? Gah… that makes me feel like such a shit now, it really does, because they weren’t old at all were they? Noo…they were our age now.
I remember thinking when I was in my very early 20′s, that I couldn’t imagine what old people did with themselves…like what do you actually do in life when you aren’t living it just to go to “The Cabaret” at night and party your face off.
Well now I know, because the only thing I want to do on a Saturday night most of the time these days is curl up on the couch with a blanket in my pajamas maybe watch a movie…and go to bed by ten.
I have no desire to wake up 4 days a week with a hangover, or even any traces of being under the weather from partying…
Which to me, adds points to getting old.
I mean can you imagine all of us at 48 years old out in the bar, five nights a week, partying our faces off??? I mean really picture it, from the sober side, it’s not a pretty picture from my nice warm seat on the couch here…just saying.
Mostly I am guessing it is how we stay alive. Not partying as much once you are no longer 42 22…
There have been a few times since then that I partied to the point where I wanted someone to end me and the self inflicted pain I had launched myself into.
I mean just because we are one year older, doesn’t necessarily mean that we have actually learned anything…or that we are being grown ups and doing what we should. It just means we are doing it way slower than we used to…
And I am ok with that at this point in the year, because I am tired…and it takes me a week to catch back up again on most levels.
So on the day when the Christmas tree came down and the cleaning was done, I sit here warm and happy…enjoying the glow of the lights around my doors that I can’t yet make myself take down, after all…it’s still December, and I am on the downside week of my birthday.
Ya, I made that up…this year, there is a birthday week leading up to and now down away from the actual day…another bonus to being a year older, cause you can just do what you want.
Here is to the last week of 2012…I am using it to recover from the year and regroup. 2013 is gonna be a good one, with lots of paying attention…
That’s my story anyways…pretty much as close as I will ever get to a New Years resolution.
And you can’t set the bar too high at the end of December especially this year, since we were supposed to be annihilated on the 23rd…and weren’t, go figure.
And then there is the fact that I am still coming down off the festive eating binge…like I said before…everything takes at least a week.
Happy week after my birthday everyone!!!
Year…that is.
I can’t believe we are done already. It seems like just yesterday we were at the end of last year.
But at this stage in life, it is like the days pass in seconds and the time goes before you can even process what has taken place.
This may just be a sign that I am nearly over the hill. Notice the nearly. I am not ready to start the downslide on the other side of 50 just yet. No seriously. I am not. It has just the last day or so sunk in that I am 48.
Do you remember when we, and I am grouping you all together with me, were in our teens? Remember when our grandparents were in their forties and we thought they were so old? Gah… that makes me feel like such a shit now, it really does, because they weren’t old at all were they? Noo…they were our age now.
I remember thinking when I was in my very early 20′s, that I couldn’t imagine what old people did with themselves…like what do you actually do in life when you aren’t living it just to go to “The Cabaret” at night and party your face off.
Well now I know, because the only thing I want to do on a Saturday night most of the time these days is curl up on the couch with a blanket in my pajamas maybe watch a movie…and go to bed by ten.
I have no desire to wake up 4 days a week with a hangover, or even any traces of being under the weather from partying…
Which to me, adds points to getting old.
I mean can you imagine all of us at 48 years old out in the bar, five nights a week, partying our faces off??? I mean really picture it, from the sober side, it’s not a pretty picture from my nice warm seat on the couch here…just saying.
Mostly I am guessing it is how we stay alive. Not partying as much once you are no longer 42 22…
There have been a few times since then that I partied to the point where I wanted someone to end me and the self inflicted pain I had launched myself into.
I mean just because we are one year older, doesn’t necessarily mean that we have actually learned anything…or that we are being grown ups and doing what we should. It just means we are doing it way slower than we used to…
And I am ok with that at this point in the year, because I am tired…and it takes me a week to catch back up again on most levels.
So on the day when the Christmas tree came down and the cleaning was done, I sit here warm and happy…enjoying the glow of the lights around my doors that I can’t yet make myself take down, after all…it’s still December, and I am on the downside week of my birthday.
Ya, I made that up…this year, there is a birthday week leading up to and now down away from the actual day…another bonus to being a year older, cause you can just do what you want.
Here is to the last week of 2012…I am using it to recover from the year and regroup. 2013 is gonna be a good one, with lots of paying attention…
That’s my story anyways…pretty much as close as I will ever get to a New Years resolution.
And you can’t set the bar too high at the end of December especially this year, since we were supposed to be annihilated on the 23rd…and weren’t, go figure.
And then there is the fact that I am still coming down off the festive eating binge…like I said before…everything takes at least a week.
Happy week after my birthday everyone!!!
