35 Years Old and Half Dead

So, this is it? Pretty much halfway there give or take.

Feeling good. Feeling pretty good.

Fighting to keep my hair from leaving me. The laugh lines are ever deeper and ‘The Battle of the Gut’ is always in full swing, neither side willing to relinquish control over the geographic location known as my tummy.

I have 2 wonderfully funny, kind and affectionate children and a wife that still thinks I’m pretty funny, if not still a little too crass at times.

I feel a good bit less about some things than I used to and an overwhelming amount more about things I’d never considered.

I’m more or less tired most of the time and figure people are, usually, good individually, but terrible in groups.

I still enjoy nothing more than laughing until I cry and cherish time with my friends as we bend elbows at a local place of delicious brown beverages that make me laugh harder and louder than normal.

I’ve lost some people I loved immensely and miss them daily, but have been blessed with more love because of it.

Been in more fistfights in my life than your average next 2 or 3 guys combined. Done some walloping of my peers and also had the shit kicked out of me.

My cage is generally rather hard to rattle, but I still fear leaving my family early more than anything else on this floating rock.

I’ve rather enjoyed this first 35 years and am looking forward to seeing what happens in the next 35 should I be so lucky to make it there.