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Yesterday I turned 37, which, according to Monty Python, is still Not Old.
What a relief.
I don’t feel old. I do feel a bit down and melancholy in a sort of, “another year has passed, what have I accomplished?” kind of way, though. I mean, I know what I’ve done, but I’m not happy about the things I’ve tried to do and failed at (or things that are in limbo.)
No one told me that I wouldn’t magically have all the answers by this age. There have been times when I’m adrift, waiting for Dad to call and tell me what to do, when I complain to Jim or my friends about things and they don’t actually tell me what to do. They listen. They advise. But they (rightly) don’t tell me. (And of course I’d resent it if they did, because I AM an adult and I do know I have to make these decisions myself.) These moments (sometimes days) of being adrift do pass usually with me demanding I woman up and deal with the shit. Making a decision is better than stagnating.
Yeah, I’m talking about this in vague terms; I’m not comfortable talking about the specifics right now. But what I can talk about is what’s coming up for me.
- I have a super seekrit project I will unveil when the editor gives the word. That’s my current wip, and it’s a lot of fun.
- My novella Marco and the Red Granny sold audio rights to Hub Magazine, so it will be podcasted this late summer/fall. I will be releasing it online as well, and making it available via ebook. Worked on the site today, it was awesome.
- I will be at NASFiC this year, which is in my backyard in Raleigh, NC.
- I will be at WorldCon this year, which is in Melbourne (incidentally, not my backyard.)
So, hullo 37 (and one day.)
Hullo Mur. You’re looking tired.
Yeah, well. I am pretty sure I don’t know what I’m doing. It stresses me out.
Chill. Make some tea. No one knows what they’re doing. They are just better at hiding it.
Oh. Really? I can’t tell if that’s comforting or not.
It is.
You won’t let me down, 37, will you?
We’ll make a deal. You show up to work. You pump out the content. I’ll take care of the rest. You hold up your end, I’ll hold up mine.
Oh. That sounds reasonable. I can write words and record stuff. Sure.
Cool.
Cool.
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I hope you had a happy birthday. Thought about you all day Sunday. I miss you.
I’m sorry.
Hi Mur. 37 is not old. Believe me. I just turned 50.
Someone said, “You’re as old as the [wo]man you feel.” Makes little difference to me, my missus is nearly 51. To a large extent, age is all in the mind.
Another favourite line is “Infamy, infamy. They’ve all got it in f’ me!”. Kenneth Williams as Caesar in “Carry On Cleo”. Classic.
Enjoy the TOR Story Podcasts, btw.
You’re kidding me, right? Seriously. You turned 37 on July 25th? Holy crap. Guess what I turned on that same day?
Oh, and we’re not old. We’re getting better. That’s the way I see it.
Similar to Thomas I’ve always said (quoted from someone else I’m sure), “It’s not how old you are, but how old you feel.” I’m 37 as well, but sometimes I feel 137, sometimes I feel 3, and sometimes I feel 37. I’m also still looking for someone to tell me what I’m supposed to be doing… but they’d better not… and still wondering where the time has gone, why I haven’t accomplished more.
My favorite is when someone asks my age, I say 37 and they respond with, “In a row?!” It’s a quote from the movie Clerks. The connotations are bad, but it made me giggle the first ten times. Now I just sigh. Hopefully you aren’t friends with a bunch of Kevin Smith fans.
@Niffer- thank you
@Marcia- HAH. I knew there was a reason I liked you on sight. Wish we could have spent more time together at the con.