I'm writing this at the age of 39. By the time you read it, I'll be 40. Funny how time works. One minute you're a little kid swinging and bopping from one thing to another. The next you're an adult who still feels like that little kid but with a lot more responsibilities and long To Do Lists that usually don't include things like swinging on a swing set.
“I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.”-Joan Didion
Thinking of birthdays makes me think of things that I enjoy. Here's a little goofy list of people, places and things that make my heart go all a flutter.
My Boys (they both know how to put a smile on my face)
Books (in piles, on shelves, in my hands, they're all good...)
Film (Wings of Desire, I love you so. "When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?")