Moving Along

Way back when birthdays were still exciting, I used to gauge how close mine would be by movie commercials.

Once a movie would be coming out, on or around December 7th, the promotions began about three weeks prior... That's when I knew I could start getting excited.

Funny that I still notice these things....

Last year wasn't so bad. My age was a good, round number. One-quarter century. Your exact mid-twenties. Soon it'll be the ascent into the latter.

In a lot of ways, I'm not sad to see my youth go. The insecurity, the mistakes, the inexperience, the "rose-colored glasses"..... I'm even told that past my twenties, I'll find comfort in my own skin. I can definitely get used to that....

Last year, twenty five allowed me to rent a car independently, and lower my car insurance premium.

But the up and coming two-six... This marks the beginning of no more perks... Of hoping the waitress will card you... And of the aging process in general.

I suppose there are happier thoughts to be had here.... But 26 is not an all-inspiring number, and in fact is only inspiring the lack of idealism that this post emanates.