Someday we’ll know
Her: I don’t think of you as 41…
Me: Thanks, that really…
Her: …mainly because you act so immature.
For my birthday last week, Paul and his fiancee took me and the wife out for sushi around the way; they recounted their first date with us, which I’d not heard before. The funny thing about first dates is that you never know if that first date will lead to something more or less in the future.
Speaking of the future, been thinking about it more and more these days as I (slowly) accept that I’m 41. I’m nine years away from 50. I’m solidly middle-aged. And, when I fill out forms, I’m in a totally new age bracket.
But, it’s better than the alternative.
This Austrian named Alfred Polgar once said, “Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather. He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop.”
So I try make these moments worth something, if only to myself.
Suppose someday we’ll know if it was worth something to anyone else.