Another number: 36
I am 36 years old today. I remember making friends with a 36 year old guy when I was 28 and thinking it was weird that he was so old and hanging out with twenty-somethings. In reality, we were both in a "young" couples Sunday School class at church. I realize now I'm that guy the twenty-somethings I know are having the same thoughts about. Sigh.
I hear ya. I always thought 36 was a cool age, though. I'm not sure why. But I also thought that at 36 I would be playing golf, sipping wine and BBQing in the sunset with other snazzy thirtysomething couples all the time. This is how being raised in Silicon Valley can twist a kid.
Of course, I closed our weekly office meeting yesterday with "and hey, let's be careful out there." I had to address the silence that came back to me with a further clarification "... for those of you old enough to know that that means." Only one other person in the room knew (the only one older than me) knew I was quoting Hill Street Blues. Sigh.
But anyway, happy birthday!
We are now in that special part of the year when I am only one year older than you. Looking forward to March when I will be two years older. 36 was a pretty crazy year for me. 37 is much better in some ways.
I love the Hill Street Blues quote. I will try that at my staff meeting on Monday.
Yeah, I'm that guy too, except that I'm now 37. I spent my summer hanging out with people I was doing a show with, most of whom were around 25. And one of whom was (I still can't believe it)... 18. Sometimes I felt so old... I'm usually firmly in the "age is just a number" camp - until I realize how close that number is getting to 40. Yikes.
Anyway, happy belated birthday!
Does anyone else notice that whereas the 5 year olds in your life turn 12 in a flash, the 20-somethings crawl into their 30's?
Me: "Man, I can't believe I just turned 36. Certainly you must be 30 by now."
20-something: "I turn 27 next month."
Me: "#%@^*!"
Boy, do I miss 27. Well, not the living in Fresno, or working for insane people in a huge firm, or worrying about a high-risk pregnancy with a wife on bed rest. But the idea of being 27, yeah, boy do I miss that.