Alright… let’s get the formalities out of the way…

“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, dear Wordsmith, happy birthday to me!”

Now that that’s done…

Good morning, world! I hope these words find you healthy, wealthy, and happy. I’m technically writing this the night before my actual 45th birthday, because I don’t really foresee myself sitting down to do it at any point during the day. So let’s get to it…

Today is the first day that I woke up and felt old. Usually when someone says that, there’s a negative connotation to it. Their body hurts, their health is failing, something along those lines. That’s not the case here. Don’t get me wrong, my back and hips are on fucking fire right now (I desperately need to go see a chiropractor). I feel like a full fledged adult now (mind you, I’m 45 years old. I’ve been an adult for a long fucking time now). Maybe it’s the sudden emergence of my first gray hair or the laundry list of health issues I’ve had to deal with lately. Either way, I fully understand why my dad was beyond content to spend his free time in the house, watching TV.

Speaking of my father, I’m picking up more and more of his habits as I get older. First came the affinity for coffee. It started off innocently, but I’m now at the point where I don’t really think I can function at my highest level without a cup or two. Hell, I kind want a cup right now! (It’s currently 12:15am for context) I’m even getting to the point where I prefer to drink my coffee with less sugar like he did. Next, came the mannerisms. It used to be a joke. I would lightheartedly say that Willis was speaking through me. But now, I think there might be some validity to that. Or maybe I was always this way and now I’m noticing it more. Either way, if you met me in my mid-30’s, you actually met my father. Lucky you.

I’m also coming to the realization that I need to do a better job of limiting people’s access to me. I’m starting to feel like I’m too old to be inundated with the bullshit that some people decide to populate the word with. With that being said, I’m gonna take some time over the next few days to prune my social media. Someone who shall remain nameless would say that I need to completely get rid of it. And while she might have a point, I don’t necessarily think I’m quite there yet. Maybe one day. Baby steps and all.

That’s all I got for you folks today. Thank you in advance for al the birthday well wishes. Peace and love