In 26 days, I will be 50.
I don't expect to wake up 26 days from now and look or feel significantly different, but it is a major age milestone — perhaps the biggest except for 21 (or 100, for the few who make that one).
I'm not entirely happy about it. I mean, it hasn't been keeping me up nights or anything, but when I do think about it, I get mildly depressed. I don't feel 50. I still take long walks and run across parking lots (because walking across parking lots is boring). But something about the number "50" says old. It doesn't help that I've been throwing away AARP mail for a couple months now.
One thing that turning 50 does is make me reflect upon my life. It's not that exciting. A long time ago, I heard a joke. It went something like this:
What I did on my summer vacation
On the first day of my summer vacation, I looked for a job. Then I hung around in front of the corner drugstore.
On the second day of my summer vacation, I looked for a job. Then I hung around in front of the corner drugstore.
On the third day of my summer vacation, I looked for a job. Then I hung around in front of the corner drugstore.
On the fourth day of my summer vacation, I looked for a job. I found a job — keeping people from hanging out in front of the corner drugstore.
That's kinda how my life is these days. I get up in the morning and go to work. (Don't get me wrong. I like my job and even think it has value. But it doesn't have a lot of variety.) I go home and eat supper. Then I walk five miles. I spend a half hour or 45 minutes doing a Bible study, then I read or watch an old movie. Then I go to bed.
I enjoy all those things, but mine can't exactly be called an exciting life.
I'll have to find some ways to add exciting variety. Any ideas?