Saturday, December 12, 2015

Reflections On Turning A Year Older

It’s been a week since I turned a year older and a new decade for me has begun. There certainly isn’t avoiding it and finally, I have arrived at that junction where we drop off the baggage of young and carefree 20s and step on the platform for serious, reflective, and pensive 30s. There were no big celebrations that heralded my “arrival” but I had hours to reflect about things and examine where my life has brought me. Every year it seems birthdays have become more like a time for reflections and not of parties and as much as I try to be “saddened” by being older the truth is I don’t really feel that bad.

This year has certainly been challenging to say the least. Dealing with body changes is one of them. I have to finally face the truth that this corporeal form will no longer have the recuperating powers of my old self. Any type of liquor now wreaks havoc on my insides and my gut just wants to purge anything I imbibe with alcohol in it the moment it touches my lips.

Being patient seems harder now. Back then I could deal with more bull crap and just smile through it all. Now I feel like I either explode if I don’t remove myself from the irritants or I just don’t have what it takes to put up with it all so I just leave, go away, depart. The latter is the alternative I choose to embrace and do.

Thus leading me to realize that some battles and fights are just not worth it. Having been a strong believer of always standing up and fighting for what you believe in and sticking up for your rights at 30 I finally feel that there are arguments that are not worth the time you invest in it. And even if you have a compelling reason to spar with a person “winning” will not bring you anything and will only cost you so much in terms of time wasted.

Time. I’ve learned to value that in a whole new different light. I’ve often joked that I’ll be lucky if I live through 40 because it seems then that I just rush through my life without stopping to really appreciate the things that is happening around me.

Sleep has certainly become an indulgence that I happily give into without feeling the guilt of it.
Its one luxury that I can enjoy without worrying that I’m burning a hole through my wallet. And that certainly is the beauty of it.

And yes I do realize nobody else gives a fuck that I am in my age now. And that does not bother me a bit. As I said before, this is a moment of reflection after all and I would like to thank everyone who greeted, called, texted, and got in touch with me on my birthday.

Sincerely, I thank you for remembering and for taking the time to make your greetings known.

Cheers all and have a good day/night!