Saturday was my birthday. I turned 37 years old, emphasis on the word “old”. For the first time in my life I’m starting to feel “old”. Up until a year ago, I never would have believed I would know the meaning of that word. Growing up, I just believed I would die when 1999 ended as I had no ideas or plans beyond that point and I would have been 27 years old. In the decade since I notice that time flies much faster. Looking back on something like the 4 years of high school and they flowed like molasses. Now, it’s been 3 years since I made my first feature film and I can’t tell you what the hell I’ve been doing because I have no idea where time went.
I had a party. Around 30-35 people came out to play some poker and have a few drinks. We had ice cream cake. I really like my friends. I feel good about the people I surround myself with and what we do for each other. This year, we expanded the party to the studio where it was classier than the condo.
Unfortunately and fortunately at the same time, we had just done a big commercial shoot for a new client that got us some good, last minute rush work, but also meant we had to line the floor of our greenscreen studio with mulch and that was neither friendly to the nose, nor was it easy to clean.
A cool surprise was Doc made some of his amazing balloon sculptures. This guy rocks. I can’t get over how cool his creations are. Everyone I know is impressed with what he does.
Anywho, I’m almost truly old. I think 40 years old is like the death of youth. There’s no escaping oldness when you’re 40. I have only a couple years left of real life and then it’s all over when I’m 40. Doom, death, and degradation are all that await me in my 40’s. How do people live like that? What do they do with themselves with all that oldness and their bodies just decaying before our eyes?
Well, I’ve got to go now. I want to rush out and breathe the sweet, sweet air before I’m too old to enjoy every beautiful moment of life.