Alive 35
I turned 35 last Sunday and while I'm not one to think too much about aging or my own mortality, I certainly am surprised to be looking around with 35-year-old eyes. I had no idea they were this old until I looked at myself in the mirror after lunch. Then I saw the picture of myself and the family from 1997 that sits on my desk. I think I still look the same (without as much hair of course) but I wonder if that me from 1997 would know that I was him in 2010? I mean he had a really thin neck and his cheeks didn't look like this.
Having said that, I think I'm a lot happier now than when I was back then. I got a great girl who adores me, I have a job that doesn't entirely suck, and let's be honest, I'm sorta living here. That's pretty good, right?