Well, as of today I am officially 36. Wow, that is hard for me to wrap my head around. I realize that 36 is not old, but I am certainly no longer young. Much to my chagrin I am, by all accounts, officially middle aged. I am not happy about this!
The strange thing is that I don't feel middle aged. In many ways I am stronger now than I was in my twenties. I am able to ride by bike 40 miles at a time. I can keep up and run with the toddlers on the playground where I have noticed parents half my age are sitting. I am training for my first running race. I am in the best shape of my life.
My age comes shining through when it comes to my knowledge of contemporary entertainment. I don't understand The Hills, nor do I particularly care to try. I no longer know half of the actors who appear on talk shows, and I don't comprehend the lyrics to most songs.
I can name all of the characters on The Backyardigans. I can also sing the theme songs to most Nick Jr. shows. But I don't know what Little Bow-Wow does, or if there is a Bow-Wow Senior, but I have seen him appear on the Today Show. I had to Google Lady Gaga so that I could understand a reference on Facebook.
Physically I feel young. From the social entertainment perspective, I am old. No, I'm not watching The Lawrence Welk show, but I do love The Waltons. I suppose, by modern standards, John Boy Walton is one step away from the bubbles and big band orchestra of my grandfather's generation.
Today is my birthday. It is a day for me to celebrate my accomplishments and to reformulate my dreams and goals. I am strong, happy and celebrity inept. I am hoping to increase my strength in the coming year, but I have little hope of identifying the celebrities in People Magazine.