A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

Okay, it was only 29 years ago and it was in Pontiac, Michigan, but it was still a monumental occasion for it was the birth of your favorite blog host: me!

That’s right, today I am 29 years old people. While I’m not fearing the approaching thirty there’s still a little gasp of air when I think about how old I really am. It’s kind of like that last click on your way up a rollercoaster before you plunge over the top. You’re not really scared, you know you aren’t going to die, but still…

I’m also reminded of the Friends episode where they all reflect back on their 30th birthdays and Joey keeps trying to make deals with God so none of them turn 30, but eventually they all do. Now I used up my Deals with God punchcard a long time ago, but even if I had the option I wouldn’t change my life up to this point. I think I’ve put in a decent life so far for an average suburban boy. Obviously there are things I haven’t accomplished yet that I thought for sure I would by now but there are other things I’ve been able to do I never would have even thought were possible. I’m just glad I didn’t wake up today and find myself in a dead end job with no ambition wondering why I never pursued that whole writing thing.

So as I move into the next thirty years of my life I’ll avoid making a list of all the things I want to do, but the two areas I will probably focus on will be my writing career and hopefully starting a family of my own. Of the two, I’m still not absolutely sure which one ranks highest. If forced to make a choice between the two I think I’m still young enough to go for the book deal over the family. But then again, maybe I just haven’t met the right girl yet. But then again…again, maybe I haven’t met the right agent.

The one lesson I have learned though is that whatever plans I make they WILL change.

16 thoughts on “29-5

  1. awww, I would love to mock you for this but I simply can’t. It’s your BIRTHDAY! And you’re old. Well, not as old as some people, but not as young as MOI, which makes you older. Lucky for you, you don’t look a day over 18. Happy Birthday BQ – buy yourself a drink on me. hahahaha.

  2. But if the right girl also turned out to be the right agent….I’m pleased to wish you a happy birthday. Especially since you’re older than me. 🙂

  3. Happy Birthday, you whippersnapper you. I remember when I was 29. Woodrow Wilson was leading us through the Great War, and I was busy trying to dig enough graves for all of the influenza victims in my neighborhood. Sheesh, was that tough work! But I hope you have a good one.

  4. Oh, how nice! Happy Birthday, Bryon. You are at the start of a brilliant career. And there is absolutely no reason why a familyman cannot have a brilliant career as a writer. You have to learn to double-task. Most women know how to do that. Ask one.

  5. “You’re not really scared, you know you aren’t going to die, but still…”I hate to break this to you on your birthday, but yes you are. And trust me – 30 HURTS!Happy birthday!

  6. A little late but belated wishes are wishes all the same… ahhh… thirty… it all seems so far away to me… I doubt I’ll reach it… Soon enough those stripping grannies will seem like fine young fillies to you…Happy (slightly belated) Birthday, Bryon.

  7. Happy belated birthday, Bryon! Turning 30 never bothered me, to be honest. Turning 35 last year, however, really is a noticeable change: you know all of those surveys or applications you fill out that ask you to select which range your age is in, like 18-24, 24-30, etc.?When you hit 35, you’re no longer grouped with anyone in their 20s! You’re now in the 35-40-something (or worse, 35-50-something group. Ouch!Be well!

  8. Hum… Happy Birthday! I liked your roller coaster analogy — except that at the bottom of the hill — you ARE going to die.Always bringing a little levity,Nancy

  9. Those stripping grannies already seem like fine young fillies to Bryon, Russ. But we all know about his little proclivities.Teehee.Bryon’s an old bugger now.

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