Looking after my dog today, as he had surgery on Wednesday to have his tail removed. After seeing the x-ray I’m very glad we had it done. The doctor told us it’s a miracle he wasn’t in agony every waking moment prior to having the tail removed. Well actually, that’s exactly why we brought him in sir. Poor little buddy. He seems to be recovering well though, so that makes me happy. :)
Anyway, it being a new year and all, I always get to thinking about how last year was and how I want this year to be and all that. It’s funny, for a year in which I got married, and then had a honeymoon in the greatest place on Earth(Moorea in French Polynesia), 2011 sure was a pain in the ass overall. In a year that I was trying to make as much money as possible I made less, had more anxiety, and really just got in “acceptable” shape for the wedding…whatever that is.
But enough complaining, it’s a new year right?!! Get in shape, lose weight, fitter, happier, more productive…whaaaaatever. Nonetheless it has to start somewhere. There really is something to getting the ball rolling and self-starting. So I threw myself into a coed soccer league, joined the Y downtown, and managed to get a gig with a brand new client, Mrs. K, starting next Monday…not bad at all I suppose.
I read a blog of someone I went to high school with recently where he talked about people being deluded about their age. He said it was foolish to believe in the idea of “40 is the new 30” and similar adages. While I agreed that we should accept the age we’re at, I wholeheartedly disagreed with negating the adages and the idea of “feeling” a different age. We think and feel in language often, and those thoughts and feelings turn into energy that can have real physical manifestations. Yeah, I’m 37 and I’m going to harness whatever wisdom I’ve managed to accumulate and use it to my advantage, but I’m also open to creative new thoughts, music, inspiration, technology or whatever else comes in the forefront. I won’t be settling down in the traditional sense and I won’t be stuck listening to the same Nine Inch Nails album I listened to in high school. There is no definition or guidelines hanging over my age. I’m three years away from 40, have a mohawk, edit television and film for a living, listen to the Beastie Boys and the Naked and Famous in the same mix, and won’t ever be having kids. It’s the same life I would lead at 27 had I worked on my career earlier. It’s probably why whenever I encounter the large majority of people I knew from high school, they all seem so old.