I took a lunchtime drive today, admiring the boney-fingered scenery coming back to life under partly-clouded skies. I couldn’t feel the briskly cool wind from inside my bucket seat behind the steering wheel, for which I was quite thankful. I’ve been doing a lot of this in the last few weeks, and doing a lot of thinking on a lot of things.
Birthday’s kind of have that effect on people.
We’ve all done it — woken up on that special day, looked into the mirror and tired to find a sign of wear and tear that shows you that time is indeed passing. Early in the game it’s hard to find it, further sowing the seeds of invincibility, but as the years tally onward you look less and less because you know they’re there.
Of course, to only look at that one aspect of aging and you’d go simply mad. I prefer to focus more on the wisdom gained, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t gain more than my share of it. Granted I learned some of those lessons a lot harder than I wanted to, but sometimes that’s just the best way to get the point across.
But with the spring comes changes, the clearing of old baggage, the outdoors, and the counting of weeks and days until I get to do some summer traveling, as apposed to the months and months I had to count throughout the winter.
And that, my friends, is why I’ve always liked my birthday. Well, that and this.
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