So yesterday I turned 36.
I’m not going to do the big Year in Review birthday post, even though that last round was one of the craziest rounds yet, and contains within it one of the craziest stories you’ve ever heard. Trust me on that.
Some other time.
But 36 is a weird number, in that it feels a lot older than 35. 35 is just the halfway point to 40. 36 has momentum towards 40.
But I know I’m not old. I don’t feel old. But here at 36, I can see it coming.
And what I’ve discovered is this:
I like it.
Because I’m convinced that just about everyone is an idiot for most of their lives. It’s true. And anyone who says differently just hasn’t been around long enough.
Getting older for me means getting more comfortable. With myself. With life. I’ve learned how to live, and it’s taken a long time to learn. Because I was an idiot. But now I take care of myself. I take care of my life, and the people in it. Because I’m older. Because I’ve had more practice at it.
If I had to guess, I’d say most people are hopeless until they are 30, and then remain idiots until they are 36.
We’ll see.
Thanks for all the love yesterday, kids.
I’m late to the party in wishing @luckyshirt a happy birthday. Maybe I should make it up to him by making him an “It Gets Better” video about life after 40. Because at least for me, it keeps getting better.