The Big Four-6

Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doooo they say it’s your birthday….

It is indeed my birthday. 46. A number I’m happy to have reached with my faculties nearly intact, with both parents still living and happily married to each other, with family around me that I love. A number I am comfortable with. I acknowledge my age but know I don’t always have to act it. In fact, if I actually acted my age I’m pretty certain I’d be miserable; it’s best for everyone that I continue to channel my inner 12 year old boy.

So I’m 46, and in a reasonably good place in life. Married, two awesome sons, a neurotic cat. House, two cars. Stable family life. Finally employed. Bravely fighting the squirrels that conspire to keep me from focusing. I’m mostly happy.

And yet.

Yesterday I weighed in at the highest I’ve ever been in my life, a good 50 or so pounds heavier than my newly renewed drivers license claims. All the weight I lost a year or so ago missed me, and returned with some friends.
My hair…I thought I’d just let it go and embrace my inner DON’T GIVE A FLONK with a wise old crone mop, and instead it just looks like crap. I finally cracked and made an appointment, so next week I’m getting a good deal of it chopped off and styled. Not the pixie short style of years past that I loved, but a little shorter and hella more attractive.
Decided to start a “selfie-of-the-day-age-46” project this morning, so that at the end of the year I can see the small progressive changes as they go. Speaking of progressive, pretty sure I need new lenses because my eyes are getting worse but I’m just not up to getting a second eye exam this year.
I’m overall fairly healthy, but I gotta stay on top of my energy levels; determined that after last week and how I could feel myself dipping into my energy reserves just to get through the days.
I get things done throughout the day, but I never feel like I get any closer to my goals. Is it because I keep adding goals or because I just don’t work hard enough or smart enough?

Many people of my…vintage…take on a goal of sorts. I’ve noticed that it usually involves running. People, if you see me running, you can be sure there’s a reason, and it does not involve recreation. So instead I’m setting a different goal for myself. In four years, on the big 5-0, I intend to do this:

Which will be quite interesting, because these days I’m more like this:

It’s a Monday everywhere. Here?

Today I am 46. Cheers to another spin around that nuclear reaction in the sky.