Another year has gone by way too quickly.
Today, I’m 41 and I still don’t feel old.
Sure, I’m not as spry as I used to be. I haven’t run a 10K in about 12 years. I weigh more than I should. I have classic male patterned baldness (although I’m pretty sure it has stopped spreading…deluding myself maybe). I have 3 kids and a house in the burbs. If my 21 year old self met my 41 year old self today…well…I might punch myself.
I’m reminded of a conversation with someone who hired me back in the 90s. This guy was in his sixties and was in advice mode when I was talking with him. He told me (in his East Texas drawl) that time passes pretty reasonably and slowly when you’re in your twenties and thirties, but when you get to your forties, it’s like you hit a “greased rail” and time goes by quickly.
It turns out he was right. This year went by quickly. But it was certainly full too. I don’t know the magic formula to slow down while on the “greased rail” — maybe I should drink less coffee.
By the way, I think my 41 year old self could take my 21 year old self. 
2 responses so far ↓
1 Ted // Jul 31, 2008 at 6:59 am
My 21 year old self would be too drunk to land the punch. Congrats on getting old.
2 Cecelia // Aug 3, 2008 at 3:28 pm
It’s not the years…it’s the mileage.
Happy Birthday! Much love to the fam.
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