leave your inhibitions at the door
This Sunday I celebrate yet another orbit around the sun. I’ve always thought that age is just a number and that you’re only as old as you let yourself get. That all that matters is staying young at heart. That though youth is wasted on the young, wealth is wasted on the old. OK, not sure if that last one makes any sense.
Through wonderful genetics, below average amount of stress, and rigorous exercise I’ve managed to look relatively young on the outside. People I meet often say that I look like I’m in my early 30s – a few have said late 20s. And I also feel pretty damn good as well. I’m still very, very thankful for all of that.
However, I’m starting to show cracks in the foundation. In the mornings, I sometimes feel like I have one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. My bones often ache and I’m thinking about buying khakis. Just the other day, while flipping through radio stations, I actually paused and LISTENED to NPR. Every once in a while I actually fart dust.
But I’m not going to stop fighting the good fight! I’m going to do everything I can to stay hip and somewhat relevant. Because 40 is the new 30!!
Alright, I have to call bullshit on myself. First, I’m not 40. And second, it’s not the new 30 and don’t let anyone try to tell you otherwise. But I’m down with that. I think. Oh hell, this post is getting really confused and directionless. That’s gotta be a sign of youth, right? Or dementia.
There are plenty of songs I could’ve featured that are birthday or youth-related. Songs like 50 Cent’s In da Club, Fun.’s We Are Young, or Katie Perry’s Teenage Dream.
Or I could’ve gone Guilty Pleasures on you with Rod Stewart’s Forever Young. But I wanted to actually do something that is in some way related to food. So here’s a quick little video on how to make a birthday cake!