Forty three
While “Stumbling” the other day, I came across a picture taken by
someone I knew many years ago who has become a photographer.
I looked up his website and checked out his work which was pretty
good really. There were also a few pictures of people who I called
friends about 25 years ago. Ironically, this happened the week of
my 43rd birthday, so I took it as a sign from the universe that it was
time for some reflection. I have to say, it was slightly painful, and a
little absurd, but I am so glad I jumped right in there and got shit all
over my boots, because I learned valuable things about myself. It
also showed me how fortunate I am to share my life with amazing
friends who love and inspire me. I know it sounds a little “Lifetime”
but without the people who make up my world, I believe my life
experiences would be bland and limited and sad. The friends I picked
as a teenager were not the inspirational type. They weren’t even the
sober type most of the time. Some of them were downright rotten. Of
course, I was not the same person back then. As a matter of fact, I was
a major asshole until my late 20s, so I guess that’s just the way things go.
All of that is best left where it is…in the far corners of an aging memory.
I think it is awesome that our mind knows as we grow older we don’t
want to remember our days of assholishness, and gently obscures those
memories so that we can focus on better things. I say, even if I am only
focusing on a piece of birthday cake, I have made progress.
