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Sixteen candles, times two, minus five


Thursday, August 7th, 2008

As of this evening (6:45?), I will be officially 27 years old. It’s funny how time progresses in a linear motion; honestly, I never sat around and thought, “When I’m 27…”, and yet here it is. I know that this next phrase will get a bunch of “well, at least you’re not X years old like me”, but I feel old. Time seems to speed up as each year is tacked on. It felt like I was a kid forever and then high school seemed to drag on, then college went pretty quickly, and here I am and my twenties are almost over.

Luckily, I’m happy where I am. Accidentally, on purpose, or by pure buffoonery, I’ve got a pretty sweet life. I’ve got someone to spend my life with who is not only beautiful, but also compassionate and understanding of my smudges and torn corners. I have a job that I actually enjoy, not to say that some days it doesn’t get under my skin, but nine days out of ten, I am happy to unlock my classroom and interact with the students. As well, I have a supportive family… on both sides, who cheer me on and correct me when I’m not myself. Even though a certain siblings of mine believes that I “fall” into everything, I think I’ve done good with what I’ve been given, worked, and fought for.

What does my next 27 years bring? Whose to say? All I know is that I have to live by my rule of, “if it hard to do, then it means that is the direction I should take.” I want to give more, I want to donate my time more, I want to continue to see the world outside of Cottage Grove and yet carefully examine every little oddity and beauty that surrounds me. I want to continue to better myself, mentally and physically. Shut off the TV more, read more books this summer than I did last summer; push myself to run the fastest mile yet, weigh another pound less. Be a little wiser and kinder.

Here’s to my 27 years and to the understanding that inside, I just turned 12 again.

Tags: 27, birthday, Chris, Chris Wells, Everyday Life, me, old, twenty-seven

7 Responses to “Sixteen candles, times two, minus five”

  1. The Dude Says:

    Bravo you comments. You are one of the two people I most admire!

    You might re-think the picture, though. Is this the image of someone looking forward to the future: being lugged up the mountain, not under your power or direction, backwards? Anyway, fist-kisses and hugs. Love ya dude.

  2. Chris Says:

    Well, I thought the post was a retrospective and a bugle call to the future, I’ll have to add another picture. Thanks for being the example for me to follow.

  3. The One Who Gave Birth to You Says:

    Hello from IAH (Houston Airport) where it is about 7:50 Central time. I believe you were born on a Friday. It was 105 degrees the next day. You were born just a little later than this time, at about 6:32 PM Pacific time but Dad can confirm or deny the time if he remembers. It was Meg who was born at 8:40 PM not you. You would had been born sooner if Dad had gotten to the hospital sooner. Happy 27. I wouldn’t have missed a minute of it.

  4. Meg Says:

    DubsyShouldHaveBeenBornSooner.com

    yes?

  5. Chris Says:

    Youarealazybaby.com

  6. Chris Says:

    Wait, isn’t 16 x 2 – 2 = 30?
    16 x 2 = 32
    32 – 2 = 30

    *Confused*

    -= Chris

  7. Chris Says:

    Fixed.

    Another goal: double check spelling and math.

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