Getting ready to blow out the candles
Birthday party for Dan’s nephew on Sunday.
Nice enough weather, leaning to the hot side as the perspiration stains on my shirt would attest.
At some point I realized I forgot how old I was (and almost pulled out the driver’s license to verify). This happens from time to time and with more frequency as the calendar flips.
I’m going to be 36 this year.
Thirty-six and I still catch myself feeling a bit clueless about things in general.
All of a sudden it seemed reasonable to assume that all the older folks I looked to for answers growing up had no better understanding of life than I did.
Just making things up as we go along.
Extra snapshot: Another photo from the party
Current music: Duo 505 “Facing It”
“I still catch myself feeling a bit clueless about things in general.”
I thought I was the only one, still naive, wide-eyed innocent.
I feel compelled to be “wise” with age. Doesn’t feel right.
You(we) should continue to see things anew.
We can appreciate them more. Perhaps, see them for what they are and what they can be. 🙂
We’re just dreamers I guess.
From 10 years further (farther?) down the road, I can tell you this: my entire adult life has been about getting back to the native wisdom and freedom I had when I was 10.
Then again, I don’t know the difference between further and farther, so maybe you shouldn’t listen to me.