Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Or Rather The Former First Day Of The Last Year...

Today is the first day of the former last year of my life. Okay, that doesn't make any sense by itself, but let me elaborate.

For the longest time I would tell people that I didn't expect to live to see thirty. I don't know if I believed it or not, I don't know why I particularly felt that way (no doubt my foray into eschatology informed that decision), but as I've gotten older I've moved away from that mindset.

So today is my 29th birthday. I have a job that I'm interested in turning into a career. I have a wife. There's talk of children. We have a house. So this is sort of a symbolic transition for me into a more future-centric living model. A year from today, I will have been wrong. And I'm pretty much okay with that.

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1 comment:

Ben said...

I try to picture you with children, and all I can see are tiny little bodies in diapers with giant bearded Kurt-heads on them. It is terrifying image, and now it won't go away.