"Age Ain't Nothing But A Number"
I forgot my age again the other day. I don’t know what it is but I always lose track of how old I am. The one thing I do know is that 37 (which will be my official age later this year) seems old to me. For me, right now, 37 represents old. I know it’s just a number but it just seems old to me. 35 wasn’t old, 30 didn’t make me feel old but right now 37 is the number that is kind of throwing me over the edge.
There are certain preconceived notions that go along with that number and I just don’t know if I live up to the hype. I mean, shouldn’t I already be married with kids by now. I don’t just mean common law and with step-kids, but standing through the whole ceremony and all that. I think I’ve missed a few steps or stages of development that regular folks go through and this worries me and when I worry, I get obsessive in my worrying; so much so that unless I have something interesting to distract me, I can’t think of anything else but this object of worry. Worry has always been a never ending battle for me. It’s a battle that I’ve never enjoyed and which always ends up interfering with my enjoyment of life itself.
You shouldn’t let my faults and downfalls affect you in the same way though. In fact, I would recommend that you avoid worry and carry on in life with confidence. While having a plan is nice, don’t be afraid to stray away from your strategy from time to time. Also, it’s a good idea to consider other people before you make a decision which may be at someone else’s expense. You don’t want to get what you want from life if that means you have to do mean things to others. On that note, I would recommend that you refrain from dishonesty, bossiness or bullying. Most of these faults can be found on the television show Survivor but just because you see these traits on television doesn’t mean they’re ideals we should strive for.
Don’t let your age bring you down. Set out goals for yourself and do your best to accomplish them. While you might not always be happy with the result, you can be pleased with the fact that you tried your best and that you did so without stepping on other people. This may sound like an afterschool special but I would be remiss if I did not attempt to instill some type of moral imperative by means of this bi-monthly diatribe.
