Reflections on Being 22

So I'm 22 today. At exactly 4:10pm, anyway. I feel like I should do some sort of reflections piece, but I'm not really feeling that reflective. All I can think of is "you should be getting work done." And with that thought, I sit here writing. Brilliant.

But it hasn't been half bad, as birthdays go. Last year I forgot about it, only to remember when my girlfriend (now my wife) called to wish me happy birthday when I woke up. That was wierd, but nice that it was her that reminded me. Come to think of it, that's about all I remember from last year. This year I had class in the morning, but I don't have to work tonight; also a plus. Had lunch with my parents and sister, which was nice. Tonight I'm going to an opera, which I'm told is supposed to be somewhat risque ... not sure what to do about that one, but it's for a class, so I have to go. Liz is cooking me good food for dinner, and we're going skiing tomorrow.

I don't really feel that different. I guess the older you get, the less it matters. Mike left me a "happy birthday" in Greek, which looked kinda funny until I realized what it was. And even stranger, the older I get, what feelings I do have tend to be along the lines of "wow, I don't know much, do I?" Is that humility or just memory loss?

I think I'm going to play my guitar. It seems like a good idea, given that it's my birthday and it was half a birthday present (but I got it at Christmas). Anyway, happy birthday to me, it's been a decent enough 22 years (from what my limited memory can dredge up). God's been way too good to me, so here's to passing it around ...

And maybe I'll treat myself to a nap ...