I Think I'm Getting Old

I turned 38 yesterday. Yes, I know, that's not really old, but if I turned 38 and was recently diagnosed as having arthritis in my spine, doesn't that indicate I'm getting old? I think it does.

Luckily nothing major happened that would make me feel like I'm really old. But I have to admit that I hate that I'm 38 because I feel like I've got nothing to show for those 38 years.

The worst part of the day was that I remembered the last birthday gift my dad ever gave me. Back in 2006, either late January or early February, my dad told me that he had already gotten me a birthday gift, but of course he wouldn't tell me what it was, just that he had gotten it. I had forgotten about it until later, after he died in late February of that year, my mom and I were going through some of his things. I came across a pair of new white Chuck Taylors... my birthday gift. I cried when I found them.



I still haven't worn them. Three years later...