I turned 30 a couple of weeks ago and it’s left me with a strange mix of emotions: existential dread, pining for the days when I was “young”, and a weird feeling of calm.
Yup. 30s tends to be the decade I still imagine myself in. In my mind I'm still about 33, at least until I try to catch a fly ball - and if I'm not mistaken, you were there the last time I tried to do that at...over double the age of 33...and the fly ball landed on my head. At which point I realized it was time to quit baseball. Okay, now I'm sad. But it's a bittersweet sadness, because each decade has wonderful moments, and while you lose some things as time goes by, you're given other gifts, like enjoying a coffee and pastry at a table in the Piazza San Marco in Venice with your wife, working professionally with your son, voting Trump out of office. And while I can't do all the things I did in my 20s and 30s, I learned how to ski in my forties (again because of my son) and I can still do a headstand in yoga, which is something I don't think my dad could do at any age. So I'll take whatever decade I'm in for as long as I can.
Yep, I think the two of you Peterman's (Petermen?) have caught the essence of the procession of life we're all trudging through. Like the gurus say: "Be in the moment.", regardless of which moment it happens to be.
Looking back, I would say you've written a very good assessment. (And if it feels weird to you, trust me it feels *very* weird to your parents to have a 30-year-old kid!)
Well, landmark ages shall continue to come, and they always provide an opportunity to reflect, both on what was and what may be. You are a fortunate guy to have the family you have, to be the person you are, and to be moving toward a goal. What I have found, even at my advanced age, is that there is always something new to learn. Just the other day I found out the definition of where space starts. Enjoy your life, you fine young man. Yu deserve it!!
Yup. 30s tends to be the decade I still imagine myself in. In my mind I'm still about 33, at least until I try to catch a fly ball - and if I'm not mistaken, you were there the last time I tried to do that at...over double the age of 33...and the fly ball landed on my head. At which point I realized it was time to quit baseball. Okay, now I'm sad. But it's a bittersweet sadness, because each decade has wonderful moments, and while you lose some things as time goes by, you're given other gifts, like enjoying a coffee and pastry at a table in the Piazza San Marco in Venice with your wife, working professionally with your son, voting Trump out of office. And while I can't do all the things I did in my 20s and 30s, I learned how to ski in my forties (again because of my son) and I can still do a headstand in yoga, which is something I don't think my dad could do at any age. So I'll take whatever decade I'm in for as long as I can.
Yep, I think the two of you Peterman's (Petermen?) have caught the essence of the procession of life we're all trudging through. Like the gurus say: "Be in the moment.", regardless of which moment it happens to be.
Looking back, I would say you've written a very good assessment. (And if it feels weird to you, trust me it feels *very* weird to your parents to have a 30-year-old kid!)
Well, landmark ages shall continue to come, and they always provide an opportunity to reflect, both on what was and what may be. You are a fortunate guy to have the family you have, to be the person you are, and to be moving toward a goal. What I have found, even at my advanced age, is that there is always something new to learn. Just the other day I found out the definition of where space starts. Enjoy your life, you fine young man. Yu deserve it!!
Every decade birthday has its own specialties. I'm still hoping a future one comes with enlightenment.