Does 41 Birthdays Make Me Old?
I was born on March 8th 1969. I've always thought that anyone who was born after men walked on the moon is still pretty young, so I guess I do just barely qualify as "old" ... lol, especially if you were to ask my teenage kids. ;-)
Forty-one is actually a pretty interesting age ...
The great majority of the time, my mind still thinks I'm 22 or 23.
But then ...
My body (usually the knees or back) jumps up and smacks me in the head, with the all too painful reminder that I'm way closer to 50!
In just a couple of months, I'm going to be a dad again ... for the 7th time if you count my step-kids Johnathan and Jasmine (which I do). I suppose it should probably freak me out or something ... but it doesn't.
I do feel kind of sorry for my two youngest daughters in one way though. I can almost hear their future junior high school friends now ...
"Oh, that's so sweet that your grandpa picks you up from school"
It's all good though. Maybe by then I will have figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
Seriously, I joined the Air Force when I was 20, and they gave me a choice of jobs, but I didn't really know I wanted to be a weather forecaster. Now I'm going to retire from the military in a couple of years, and I really do have to decide what I'm going to do. In a way that's more scary than having another baby.
Maybe I'll just decide I don't wanna grow up.
... I did marry someone who is fascinated with Tinkerbell.
That must be some sort of a clue.
I'm sure I'll have it bit more figured out by this time next year. :-)
p.s. the picture has nothing to do with this post, but I like taking shots of birds, and this was my picture of the day for project365.