I’ve never been much of a birthday person.
Sure, it’s a day many people celebrate. But our family hasn’t always been that way. We’d have a dinner with the birthday person choosing and all, but it’s never been too crazy. And I’ve always been a believer that age is but a number, thus meaning a birthday is but just a day.
I feel no differently today.
I’ve scheduled this to post a little later than normal because, well, it’s something I didn’t even know what I wanted to post. However, I did want to reflect on the last year or so, which has been one odd year.
Last year was a milestone birthday. It didn’t do anything to me, but at that point I was still unemployed. I didn’t know, at that time, where life was taking me. In fact, I was starting to really get to the end of my savings. I had applied for jobs at places like some big box stores, and never heard back. I wasn’t happy in life. It was a tough time for me overall.
As noted in that post last year, life is definitely a choose-your-own-adventure book.
Thankfully, my adventure really started a few months later.
I got a job to end a long bout with unemployment. I finally got a new car. I had a surgery that went even crazier than it should have. I finally took having diabetes seriously. I did some geocaching. A couple of us went on a Summer of Baseball. I smiled more often. I became a Godfather. We won a championship in softball.
It’s amazing, honestly, to think about it some. As bad as the past three years or so (2/2011-11/2013), it’s changed quite a bit since then
Still, age is only a number. And I’d like to think it will stay that way.
As long as I’m happy, anyway.
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