Tonight at midnight (well, okay, more like around 1-2am.) I'll be turning 35.
Now, Human-Living-In-United-States lifespans being what they are, I can reasonably expect to live to be 70.
This makes me "officially" middle-aged.
I say "officialy", because my family on both sides have incredibly long life-spans. Like scarily so. My grandparents on my father's side are still alive, and both are in their late 90's/ early hundreds.
On my mom's side, my grandmother died because of a drunk driver, and my grandfather (who was in his late 70's even so) died shortly after from a broken heart.
I have several relatives who are well into their late 80's and 90's, and are fully active, ie, they're not mushy-brained doddering old folks, they're capable of walking around and living, that sort of thing.
Hell, i have an 85-year old aunt who still drives regularly, and is one of the few people I 8trust8 sitting in a car with.
SO, by MY family's standards, I'm not even *really* a grown-up yet.
But by normal meat-bag standards, I'm "middle-aged".
I'm supposed to be flipping out right now, buying a new red sports car, looking for a hot blonde stripper to bang, something like that.
But the truth is...I feel good.
No, check that. I feel AWESOME. Like, seriously. I got more $$$ than I know what to do with, my health is better than it's ever been, I have an awesome place to live...
...Gasp...
I'm....HAPPY.
And 9/10 of my current state is due to my own efforts.
Ha.
Life is good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but...yeah.
Life is good.
