On turning 45...

This is another one of those posts you will regularly see on this blog.  The other one was five days ago on 9/11 and this is another one.  I said three on the 9/11 post but there's probably more.

I get a lot of noise for lamenting about turning 45.  People say "What are you talking about?  You're still young!" and "I'm (insert age here), cry me a river" and so on.  True enough, 45 is young but you never really have a grasp of it when young is truly young.  I used to think I missed out on so many things when I hit 40.  

Hell, my blueprint of a successful adult...my father...had a house, a car and a family by the time he was 45 (in 1986, when I was 17-18) and had been living in said house for 12 years and was a successful salesman with only one bump in the road on the financial front in one loss of a job.  Me, I've been through seven job interruptions counting the one I'm on and that is all before I reached 50.

Somehow, I've kept my head above water.  It's been a miracle.  Likely a bigger miracle than even I realize. 

Even at 45, I hope I never grow up.  I'm having too much fun.