it's my (37th) birthday

happy birthday to me... and to albert einsteinAnd so it's my birthday... finally... at the end of a weekend that has been something of a birthday orgy (well, no, not really... that's a whole other kind of birthday celebration, which I haven't managed yet)...

Interestingly, I think I'm having the same reaction to turning 37 that I had to turning 27... I'm starting to think about the big round number birthday that's just around the corner. It's like when I had to stop checking the "26-34" box on forms and had to move up to the "35 to 44" one... confronting.

But at least I feel young and fresh compared with Albert...

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3 comments:

james said...

The age of 37 always makes me think of the Marianne Faithful song, "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan"... "at the age of 37, she realised she'd never ride through Paris in a sportscar with the warm wind in her hair". Less dramatically, hoping it's been a great day.

Victor said...

Many happy returns. As someone who has passed three more milestone birthdays than you I can state that reaching thirty was the worst for me and that reaching forty, fifty and sixty have been a snack. You have much to look forward to.

Mind Of Mine said...

Happy Birthday.

I hope it was Rock Em, Sock Em.

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