Congratulations: you made one more trip around the sun.
Yes, kids, it's my birthday and I'm treating it just like any other day because it's treating me just like any other day. Congresses past haven't done the one useful thing they could have done and passed a law that allows us all a paid day off on our birthday so I am gratefully plugging away at the office. Gratefully plugging away: that's the outlook I aspire to each and every day- one I learned from a former radio colleague. I don't think I want to become someone so out of touch with reality they can't look around the world and see the problems or the suffering of others. I don't even want to be someone who can't bother to notice the absurdity of daily inconveninces. I want to be thankful to be here and I want to keep plugging away. At what? Yeah, I'm still working on that. I guess it's all the more reason to keep plugging away. I'm thinking if I stick around long enough, I might get good at something or figure out what I've been good at all along. It could happen.
As for the birthday, I wish I could say I've managed to go the Dylan route and tell you I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now but, no, I'm in Wilcoworld: I wake up feeling old. I'm trying to wake up feeling old and grateful to be plugging away for another 24 hour and some days I'm able to do just that. I have a job at a time when too many don't. I have beautiful family and friends who have stood with and by me during difficult times and were rarely bashful about doing so with a joke, preferably at my expense (and those are the best kind, really). Other days I'm either taking up space, wandering aimlessly, or bitching entirely too much about trivial matters. I'm glad to say the learning never ends as I reach this point in the journey. I'm embarrassed to still be learning lessons and skills people 1/3 my age have already mastered. No matter; I'm here, gratefully plugging away for another 24 hours.
People wonder why I spend what I do on music and why I spend so much time listening to it and it's because of this, right here, right now. I listen to songs that teach me about me, about you, about where the world has been, where it is, and where it might go. I meet other people -- real and imagined -- and find purpose, company, and inspiration in the ideas and the notes. Sometimes it makes the joke and yes, today it's at my expense. Thanks to all our great writers here at BlindedBySound. Thanks to all of you who've read us and commented. I'm grateful to plug away with you. Oh, and thanks Tweed: