Thirty seven.\u00a0 It’s prime once more.\u00a0 It’s hard to believe I’m in my upper thirties now.\u00a0 There’s no denying it.\u00a0 College aged students are no longer peers.\u00a0 I’m considered old to young children.\u00a0 I’m more than twice the age I was when I entered college.\u00a0 Wow.\u00a0 And yet none of this scares me.<\/p>\n
I’ve thrown birthday parties for myself five times in my thirties but not this year.\u00a0 Thirty seven swooped in with little pomp and circumstance.\u00a0 And I think I’m okay with that.\u00a0 No, I’m quite certain I’m very okay with it.\u00a0 The thirties are no doubt the most useful decade of one’s existence.\u00a0 It’s the decade where one discovers exactly who he is and what he’s made of.\u00a0 It’s when you’re not too old for anything and you’re not too young anymore either.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And while few major milestones lay ahead, that knowledge is comforting now and not scary.\u00a0 At thirty I celebrated in jest my twenty-tenth birthday.\u00a0 For thirty one, I had a party commemorating the number’s prime attribute, while feeling primed myself.\u00a0 For thirty two I reveled in the notion I was twice sixteen and celebrated with a Sweet Double Sixteen.\u00a0 For thirty three, and in the center of my dating life, I had a Three’s are Wild Party where I helped to pair off singles by encouraging couples to bring a third wheel.\u00a0 For thirty four I celebrated the Miracle South of 34th Street in New York, signifying my pending move out of Washington.\u00a0 And for thirty five I figuratively ran for president.\u00a0 I was on top of the world with most puzzle pieces fitting.<\/p>\n
I didn’t throw a party for 36.\u00a0 I didn’t throw a party for 37.\u00a0 Age has become less relevant now because I’m neither fighting a stop watch or a countdown.\u00a0 I know who I am.\u00a0 I’ve found what I’ve been looking for.\u00a0 I both have what I need and need what I have while having all I want.\u00a0 I’ve arrived.\u00a0 And so if all I do for each successive birthday is blow out candles across the table from my loving wife and adoring children, it’s celebration enough for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Thirty seven.\u00a0 It’s prime once more.\u00a0 It’s hard to believe I’m in my upper thirties now.\u00a0 There’s no denying it.\u00a0 College aged students are no longer peers.\u00a0 I’m considered old to young children.\u00a0 I’m more than twice the age I was when I entered college.\u00a0 Wow.\u00a0 And yet none of this scares me. I’ve thrown […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2,1],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n