Yesterday was my 52nd birthday. Meh. I feel like I'm kind of lost in that land that time forgot or something. I mean, I remember when I turned 50 and I was in great shape, I felt good about life, I thought all was well with the world. Last year was a little less then enviable, but still not bad. You really don't hear much from people in their 50's though. Not a lot of great things happen during this period. Now, once you get into your 60's and 70's, then things start to happen again. So this 52nd year of birth wasn't anything too spectacular. And that's okay.
We had planned to make a trip back home to Illinois. I decided against it as we were getting ready to load the car. I just wasn't into it. I didn't really want to deal with all the hoopla and whatnot. So we went to our usual Friday place and had a good time with a small group of friends. Saturday I slept late, and STILL took a nap in the afternoon. I decided I was just going to be lazy on this birthday weekend. I had my traditional Tombstone Deluxe pizza Saturday night. Then, on my actual birthday, we got up late Sunday and went to the 11 o'clock service at church. I was looking forward to going, but for some reason I just had a bad attitude during the whole thing. I didn't want to, but sometimes it happens. So we went to Spyro's West for lunch and I forgot about it. Mostly. Then I took a short nap, then went out and helped Jane finish raking leaves to the curb. They are supposed to come pick up our leaves this week. Last night we went to Wings, Etc and partied with our small group of friends again. Carrie brought the most awesome cupcakes too.
All in all, it was a nice birthday. This Thursday we have tickets to see Jerry Sienfeld, so I'm claiming that as my birthday present. Doesn't get much better than that.
Physically, I weighed myself on my birthday morning and I was 167 pounds. I'm pretty out of shape and need to lose about 15 pounds. Belly fat, to be specific. I haven't been running regularly, or anything. I hope I can change that here shortly.
Mentally... I'm doing "okay." It comes and goes. I'd like to say I was over 'things'... but if I were I probably wouldn't be having dreams about certain people 5 out of 7 nights a week still. I really don't think I dwell on it anymore, but apparently there's still a lot of pain there.
Anyway... that's about it for this year. It was a quiet time. No plans, and no expectations. Yup. That's life. At 52.