Monday, February 2, 2009


My birthday is this week. (I say "week" because I don't want to say what day.) It's usually a happy time for me - I enjoy celebrating the day I was born. I enjoy it because it's one of the few times a year I get together with my friends, and because it's also one of the very few times a year when I can just do whatever I want. This year however, I have faced my impending birthday with dread. Dread, because with this birthday, I actually feel OLD.

I'm not really anywhere near old...I'm still quite young. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that this birthday was the beginning of a downward slope. I decided to take a moment and examine why it is that this birthday has me so blue.

When I was in high school, planning out my life, I had a pretty specific idea of my life:

1. Age 18 - Go to college
2. Age 22 - Get a well enough paying job
3. Age 24 - Get married
4. Age 25 - Buy a house
5. Age 28 - 1 or maybe 2 kids

Of that list, I have gone to college, gotten a well enough paying job, and bought a house. Really I'm doing quite well for myself, but number 3 and number 5 plague me. I believe that to be the source of my melancholy.

Since I can't help what order my life "goals" happen in, I'll just have to accept it and try to enjoy my day.