I'm 35

A birthday is not so fun anymore. Sure, I didn't plan on doing anything, and instead I took a gig so I mostly just worked on my birthday. My fault, I could have planned something. I could have said no to the gig and went to the aquarium with my sweetie and invited my friends to the bar. Oh well. I can still do all that. But an opportunity to run sound for a jazz gig that also introduces me to new people who can hire me? Don't wanna pass that up!

But even still, it was uneventful. And I'm 35 now. It's a multiple of five, I'm in the second half of my thirties now. If you look at numbers like that, it feels significant. Yet this was my least birthday-ey birthday ever. The magic is gone. Am I sad about it? Not really. I don't find any special meaning in any of this stuff. But maybe it would have been nice to do something special. Again, I can do that anytime. But a birthday is an excuse to actually make it happen.

34 was a rough birthday. I felt like I had nothing accomplished. I was getting theatre work years ago but that dried up. Going nowhere. Still living in this county. I wanted to be somewhere cool. 34 was also the age where my body started feeling like it was aging. I'm crunchier. I have less range of motion. I'm slower. I feeeeel it, ya know? That's my own fault. I stopped doing yoga or any exercise a few years ago. I gotta get back into it. Getting into skateboarding is helping with that. I think you already read about that, though.

but,

I'm gonna look on the bright side. Here's what 35 is right now. I restarted HRT the morning of my birthday. I've been getting a lot of theatre work this past year, I'm now an employee of the university theatre, I just made new connections at the recital hall at the local institute of music, and I've been the go-to sound person at the local professional theatre since the fall. I'm a Twitch affiliate, and while that's been slow to grow, it's been pretty good. I have a whole summer to work on skateboarding ahead of me. I have some semblance of health coverage and can go to the doctor again. Things are looking up I think. At least, I'm in an okay spot to grow.

(Here's me chillin in the grass outside the skatepark writing this blog post. Those are my cool Lizzie Vans that I got for skateboarding.)