The Aging Writer

This weekend, I’m turning 35.

Artist’s Depiction

When I was a kid, 35 seemed impossibly adult. In fact, if someone had asked me to define “old,” I probably would have said “like, 30 or 35.” Now that I’m on the brink of being so impossibly old…

Well, truth be told, I don’t really feel that old. Apart from a few joints that ache thanks to old injuries (which is what happens when you spend your teens and early 20s punching things) and some problems sleeping (which is what happens when you’ve had problems sleeping since you were in high school), I feel pretty much the same as I always have.

I’m not much into celebrating birthdays, but I do kind of like the concept of a Personal New Year. Instead of celebrating New Year on January 1st, I’m celebrating it on the day I was born — because, for me, the New Year starts on July 27th. For you, it starts on whatever day you were born — it’s like setting the clock to zero. So here are a few Personal New Year Resolutions:

• Bring the third 47 Echo to all you nice people
• Start a new Twitter Novel
• Offer some really great reads through Eddington Press
• I dunno… gym? Yeah, let’s say gym.

What about you, folks? What resolutions will you make when your Personal New Year comes around?