I know I haven't been updating, but I figured I owed it to the blogging community to blog today.
I'm 31 years old.
31.
Jeez.
No longer in the realm of even considering the possibility of the idea of being childish or foolish. Responsibilities abound and I must confront them.
Don't take me wrong, I've never been one to shy away from responsibilities, on the contrary, I've normally been one to face them head on.
But now, I can't consider childishness as part of my make-up.
I must let go of many things that I have held on to until now. My comic book collection will go to Frankie, definitively. My foolish desktop (showing Lex Luthor in the new Superman movie) will be replaced by a more somber one (no idea which one yet).
And I definitely have to do something about fixing up my life. I now have an extremely respectable job, money in the bank, I'm up to date on all my bills, and I've even bought myself new clothes. Love life? Nope.
Not long ago I wrote that I would deny myself a love life, then not long after that I was searching desperately.
Time to grow up.
No more stupidly Chasing Amy.
Time to face the fact that if it doesn't come to me, it doesn't come. But not to go nuts looking, and ruining myself and my heart for it.
So here I am 31 years old and what can I say that I have?
Alot, thankfully.
A wonderful son who loves me, and who I love more than I could ever imagine possible.
A family who loves me, even though they can be pains in the ass.
A great job, which I'm apparently doing well.
Great friends who care for me deeply.
And what else matters? Not much from my point of view.
Do I have material wealth? Nope, and don't really care.
So....Damn these 31 years? Nope. Thank God for them!
Live, laugh, love. No more can be done, and no more should be done.
