Youth no more?

Two weeks from today I celebrate my 29th birthday. It's my last year of my 20s. My age and birthday has never been a very big deal except for when I turned 21 when I could start "legally" drinking. I never make a big deal about them.

However, today I started doing some reminiscing. I was thinking about my high school days. I even did some searching for some people on Myspace.com. Unfortunately, I was a relative loner and didn't do a whole lot of socializing so I really didn't remember many of the people that I supposedly went to school with.

So while doing all of this it started to dawn on me. I'm getting older. No, I'm not old. I'm more self-aware to realize that I'm not old. But I am getting older. My gray hairs and my larger than desired belly prove it.

I graduated from high school 12 years ago and college 8. My oldest nephew is 18. My sister is 38 and my parents, particularly my mom, are almost 60. When I was younger I never really thought about getting older. I suppose that's how most people are. The funny thing is that I don't feel my age. I feel as though I'm 21 or 22. I still have a lot of life to live and a lot more things to accomplish.

In the end, it's what you do with your life that counts most and I still haven't done what I feel destined to do. As our country celebrates its 230th birthday, I say God Bless the youth and especially those that have lived longer than us that have the wisdom to show it.