I am 37 years old today. This is the first birthday where I’m, for lack of a better word, indifferent. In the past, I was always excited about it. I was even cool with turning 30. I felt like I had a certain level of wisdom and experience that I didn’t have in my 20’s. I know that sounds silly because we’re always learning and hopefully changing for the better. This year, however, feels different. Maybe it’s because I’m a new father and, for the first time, I feel like a full blown adult. Getting older just isn’t as exciting as it once was. I remember as a kid, there was always an age to look forward to…16 drive, 18 graduate, 21 drink, 25 reduced auto insurance rates (what? lame!). Now, I suppose I subconsciously transfer those anticipations onto my daughter, seeing as I’m out of age milestones and she’s full of them.
Anyway, I don’t want to get too philosophical about it. I feel like if I get going, I’ll spend all day writing about age and wisdom. Mostly, I just wanted to post this cult classic from the ‘80s bargain bin. Here’s Altered Images in “Happy Birthday”!