Everybody ready for a boring update?

I’ve been kind of not updating. I think I’ve been waiting to be clever. And god knows how long that’s going to take. So I’m back here, prepared to not be clever. How about I’ll just tell you stuff I’ve been up to?

I had a birthday. I was pretty unexcited about said birthday. I don’t have precise reasons why. It wasn’t numerically significant (unless you count that it was the last birthday before my 0x20th birthday (if you count in hexadecimal (which I sometimes do))).

I suppose there is a certain amount of birthday-meh from having spent the last year or two in grave consideration of my accomplishments and how much time I have left to get to do everything else I want to accomplish. That’s kind of depressing.

All of which is funny, because honestly, I’m impressed with how far I’ve got in my first 31 years. I said to Ian the other day that I pretty much have the life I envisioned for myself when I was a child, except that I’m in a bigger house.

“And you have more kids,” he said.

“Nope, I envisioned three kids. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I also have more cars than I’d have predicted, but I don’t suppose I envisioned being involved with a “car guy”.

But I love where I am professionally, creatively, familial-y. Even financially (mostly).

I guess what it boils down to is that I’m impressed with myself, but not satisfied. And I’m not sure what it will take for me to be satisfied with my life.

Speaking of which, I figured out what my first wish would be if I had three wishes. “I want to be perfect at every skill that humans are naturally capable of.” That’s not asking too much, is it? Part of the appeal of that wish is just being completely boggled at trying to envision the consequences.

“You’d be completely frustrated with the rest of us mere mortals who didn’t have your ability,” Ian tells me.

“But I’d be perfect at patience. And I’d be an excellent teacher.”

Yeah, I mean… what would I do with myself? I’d make a giant difference to the world, I’ll tell you that.