You Say It’s My Birthday

Posted On Dec 30 2005 by


It just kind of sits there, doesn’t it? One more year until 40, which doesn’t bother most males of the species. We solve our crisis with a simple Harley Davidson or fling with a much younger woman. Since I’m broke and I’m really quite happy with my wife (not to mention the whole Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery thing), I’ll settle for some ice cream and new computer toys.

Which I’m playing with now.

I got a really awesome wireless mouse for my laptop and some writing software–Writer’s DreamKit. I know, alot of people hated it, alot of people loved it. I’ll give it a try. My family was really pressing me for ideas yesterday. At 39, I’ve got just about everything I want, with the exception of a published novel. But people want to buy you SOMETHING, so I had to do a quick search of software, and that’s what I came up with.

Anyway, back to 39. It’s an awkward age. Not as awkward as 14, but awkward in a “your place in the grand scheme of things” sort of way. To teenagers, I’m old. To the elders in my church, I’m still a kid. I’m too young to sue my company for age discrimination if I get fired. I’m too old to join the military. I’m too young to go around offering free advice. I’m too old to believe all the free advice I receive.

I always thought that, by the time you hit 40, you had it all figured out. I know squat. And I don’t think one more year is going to instill me with a massive amount of wisdom.

But, at 39, I’m still young to the average person. No car dealer is going to “see me coming.” I have enough money to buy gifts for those I love and maintain my writing habits. I know that most of what I read in the press is someone’s opinion, and usually a liberal one. I can respect and understand if someone’s opinion differs from mine and not get angry. I can stand up for what I believe. I’m not afraid to tell my hunting buddies that I’m leaving camp two days early because I miss my wife.

39 is good. It’s a place to stop and look back, consider where I’ve been and decide if I like where I’m going. It’s not too late to change course yet. Most of the areas of my life–financial, marriage, family, spiritual–are solid as a rock. That’s more than most people can say, I’m afraid. My career is the one thing I’d like to change, and I’m working on that, so I can’t complain.

Who knows what 40 will bring. Maybe, by then, I’ll have a new job, a book contract, an agent. Truth be told, if I’m in exactly the same place one year from now that I’m in today, I’m still doing pretty good.

I’ve been given abundant life. I will always seek more but be thankful for what I’ve been given.

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Written by Ron

Just about everything I believe has been shaped by the written word. But books don't force a belief; they stir the imagination so that you, the reader, eventually draw your own conclusions. We grow richer in spirit when we read, deeper in our understanding of the universe and our role in it. That's why I read. That's why I write. To offer you a bit of myself. Come along on my journey, won't you? There's plenty of room.

8 responses to “You Say It’s My Birthday

  1. It was a book DEAL I wanted for my birthday. Actually, I did get all the writing books I wanted. I think 45 Master Characters is the one you’re thinking of. I’ve got three more gift cards to spend, too. It’s like writer heaven!

  2. Quote: Truth be told, if I’m in exactly the same place one year from now that I’m in today, I’m still doing pretty good.
    What an amazing and beautiful thing to be able to say. How profound. WAY TO GO!!

  3. “I’m too young to sue my company for age discrimination if I get fired.”

    That’s the spirit! Sorry I’m late on this Ron. I turned 35 this year. About killed me. You seem to have a much better grip then I. Ice cream and software? That’s tame. I told my husband I was joining the navy and going back to medical school. I actually went and met with the recruitors. You should have seen his face when I asked him to watch the kids so I could meet with my recruitor. Ha.

    Medical school is out but now a harley sounds interesting.

    All that to say, Happy belated birthday old man.