Happy birthday to me!
Hey everybody… It’s my birthday… It’s my birthday… It’s my birthday…
Going to go to Jack Johnson tonight (it’s midnight, so technically it’s the next day) — should be a lot of fun. It’s at the Greek, which I absolutely love. The Greek is actually where I saw my first concert as a kid — my parents took me to a Bread and Roses concert when I was in mid-gradeschool (3rd grade?) Anyhow, Robin Williams MC’d the event as Mork, and it was lots of folk musicians I knew well, such as Peter Paul and Mary, Crosby Stills & Nash, and Simon and Garfunkel actually played together (they had broken up by then). It was all the bands of names. So, I have a special fondness for that place. I saw one of my best friends, Chuck, graduate there. Twice. I’ve seen Ani Difranco there several times, and the one time I saw Dead Can Dance was there. It’s a great place to see a concert, and to spend a day.
So that’s what I’m doing tomorrow. I’m excited.
Tonight, however — I cannot sleep. I’m considering doing some writing, but I don’t know if I can focus enough to string a coherent sentence together… I guess that’s why I’m blogging instead 
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32 years old is an interesting year. It’s one of those divisible by 4 years that makes you assess where you are and what you are doing. 32 years old, have a kid, more debt than I can pay off and another on the way (for those who read Julie’s blog — that’s the secret she’s been holding on to). I’m still technically young, but I am in the middle of my career. I start to think about things like I don’t have an advanced degree, life insurance or savings. I don’t have a 10 year plan, a 5 year plan or even a 2 year plan. I don’t even know what that means. And yet, I’m happy, I have a house and a job and people I love surround me.
I’m not old enough for a mid-life crisis, and I’m too old for mourning the death of my teen years. I’m right in the middle of it all. I’m the target audience. I’m the demographic. 32. A nice solid age. My favorite age so far. I know I used to chant 17 forever… when I was 17. 32 forever man! 32 forever!
32 forever!
Where will I be in eight years? Do I need an eight-year plan?
