You Just Get Older

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to find things to complain about. I'm not saying my life is perfect—it's just why spend so much time complaining when I could be doing something about it. And that's what I'm trying to do. Do something about it, that is.

Next week I will be 53 years old. I say this every year, but I'll say it again: I never thought I'd be this old. Funny. When I was younger, I thought I'd be having 53-year-old thoughts. But I don't. I'm still just me. OK. Sometimes I worry I might have a heart attack or a stroke or something. But, in all, I'm the same person I've been for years—maybe a little wiser. But the same. That gets me every year, too. The way I'm just the same. You'll see that as you get older. If you're 20 now, don't fool yourself into thinking that somehow you'll have start having some weird 50-year-old thoughts someday. It won't happen. You will just be you.

You won't suddenly become grandmotherly or grandfatherly as the case may be. You won't suddenly have urges to bake cupcakes—I mean if you never did before. You will just be you. The person you are.

As a disclaimer, I will say, yes, some of you ideas and actions will mature. You probably won't stay up all night—unless you're going through menopause and can't sleep. But then that isn't a choice.

Anyway, I could go on. But I'm trying to make a point. And that is: you don't make drastic changes in your personality. You're just older.