So, I had a birthday last week. It was one of the big milestones. I think I am much more enthusiastic and positive about it that many people have been in the past. I certainly have no problem telling people my age when the ask. Ok, I don’t really look it. I’m getting close. I don’t act my age that’s for sure. I still love my blue jeans and rock music. In fact in two weeks is the anniversary of Levi Straus patening blue jeans. I think I may have a party to celebrate the occasion. I love my Levi’s. I digress. So I don’t look my age, I don’t act my age so it makes little difference to me to tell others my age if they ask. Actually, I get a kick out of it. Most people don’t believe me, I’ve had to produce my driver’s license as proof even to friends or co-workers. As a result I had little issue with approaching such an epic birthday.
I don’t mind birthdays really. Birthdays mean I’ve made it another year, and I’m still here. It means I’ve had another year of experiences and opportunities to touch the lives of others. Birthdays are fabulous things and given the alternative, well I’ll take getting older any day.
Birthdays do tend to mean we are getting older and our bodies don’t alway take to the aging process as easily or as gracefully as our minds and spirits do. As an example, last year I had to get new glasses. I do a lot of work on the computer and I’m a big reader. So it was inevitable that I was going to need bifocals at some point. It so happens that point was last year’s Eye Doctor visit. It’s only the smallest change they can make; however, there is still that need. In addition to being a reader and such, I’m a bit stubborn. I’ve figured out how to read around my glasses for a while now. Old habits die hard. I swear it has taken me since last July to figure out just where to look to get the maximum comfort out of these things. And sadly, I must admit, I only this afternoon truly embraced the need for the bifocal. Sigh.
I sigh not because of the defeat of getting older. No it is due to the inefficiencey with which I must now learn to scan my pages. I am accustomed to having fairly good peripherial vision even for a myopic eye glass wearer. It doesn’t work so well with bifocals. I have remembered and tried to grasp what the technician told me when she gave them to me. “Point your nose at what you want to read.” Ok. I didn’t realize this meant that I was going to have to point my nose and nearly every single word and actually move my head down to the next line. Ok, it’s about 4 words and 2 lines. Still you get the point. I am accustomed to just moving my eyes. Sigh. This is just inefficient.
Still Birthdays mean I’ve kept the world on its toes for yet another year.
Cheers
Originally published at: suguayproductions.com/joomla which has been discontinued.
