Aging

I’m at an interesting age in my life at 33. I’ve crossed the point where I’m officially in my mid 30s. I don’t know what the proper cutoff age for “youth” is, but I know the right answer for most people is somewhere between 20 and 35. I do know that I’m at best closing out my youth officially.

I saw a lot of college buddies in Seattle this weekend. I had a blast catching up with everyone, but I also couldn’t help but to think how much we’ve all aged. On one hand, we were acting a bit like college kids at times on Saturday. But on the other hand, the elephant in the room is that we’re all now in our 30s and can’t keep up any longer. Friends were pregnant. Some friends had kids to go home to. Some friends were just too tired.

I was further reminded of my aging self when I got home on Sunday. I had been battling a minor cold and cough this past week. I thought I had beaten it by the time I got to Seattle, but the cold came back with a vengeance on Sunday and Monday. Normally colds mean minor annoyances for me. Nowadays at age 33, it means I’m even more fatigued than normal and I should probably take some time off to properly rest.

Of course, it’s not all so bad. There’s this hard to explain beauty behind getting older and I have grown to liking most parts of it. I just wish I had a bit more energy and I could go away for a weekend without needing another weekend to recover. But that’s life.