Hey everyone. I have a friend who is about to be 37… He is a tad nervous because let’s be honest 37 is a pretty big milestone. He can now officially say he is “pushing 40”. He also will officially be in the echelons of younger middle age. He can now safely say that he is a middle-aged man 🫠. Luckily he has a lot of things going for him. He already has a family. He has an okay job and he is about to earn his master’s degree which will up his income threshold! But still on a dark and stormy night. He can’t help but be nervous and ask himself…Good Lord, how on Earth did you get this old as he looks upon his gray facial hair?
37 was one of my better years. I had disposable income to go do whatever stupid hijinks I could think of. I did start seeing less of my friends who had started families. But I also switched jobs to do new interesting things. We did lots of concerts, community events, I took photography classes. It was great. I enjoyed my thirties.
My forties have been very rough though. And that could just be from coincidence of life events happening. I’m actually looking forward to 50. I am hoping my 50s are like my 30s, just a tad slower. And my friends are coming back on the radar as their kids are leaving for college.
I used to get somewhat concerned about the remaining time I have left, but I must have somehow come to terms with it. I look back on the last 25 years and think of all that has happened. It feels like both just yesterday and “damn, that was forever ago”. The next 25 may feel just as long and be just as full. I’m ok with that. I’m just trying to enjoy the ride.