Milestones

I hit a milestone this past weekend, I turned 50. Funny thing about this milestone is that I actually ended up exactly where I wanted to when I envisioned of how I would be back when I was 18 . . . Happy . . . that was it!

 When I was younger, I didn’t see myself married, with a job or a fancy car or with some form of a major title, I only thought that when I turned 50 all I wanted was to be happy. Something so small and rarely achieved as I have noticed among my friends, family and acquaintances. I guess that means I have wasted my life not being a big thinker or a dreamer or a doer of big things and I guess in some way you would all be right. All I can tell you is that I am happy; could I use a new job, money so I was not living paycheck to paycheck, and a car that was new? Hell yes, but then I would not be the person I am and I like the person I became, I like being me.

 I think back at all the cool stuff I have seen so far, the communist wall coming down, space shuttle missions, landing on Mars, and the progression of black and white televisions to the flat wall mounted screens we have now, the changing of transistor radios to satellite radio, Pluto being declassified as a planet and then re-classified as a planet, and cloning of sheep and dogs. I have even seen the invention of the Labradoodle dog and one of my most favorite things, the invention of microwave popcorn, when I was a kid we had jiffy pop you had to heat it on the stove and shake it over heat to get it to pop or get out the old air popper machine. Not to mention the computers, when I was a kid computers took up entire floors of buildings and now fit the smallest part of your hand, and of course the internet, without that this entry would be in a diary stuffed in a desk draw at home, with a lot less readers.

 I have lost family members and friends to mortality, and gained friends I count my blessings for being able to be part of their lives. I have also seen a few wars since I was a kid, it seems that every 5 to 8 years someone is at war with someone else and for me it’s a sad state of affairs that with all the tech we have that we just can’t be better friends and neighbors to one another… someone always wants to take over the world! I vote squirt guns at 10 paces!!!

 In 50 years I seen a great many things good and bad and through it all I have been fortunate to be Happy, that’s not to say that it has been easy to always be happy or that it is even possible to always be happy, but for the most part I try and that seems to have worked. I have learned that if you don’t sweat the small stuff the big stuff doesn’t hit you so hard and knock you down.

 I hope that the next 50 is as fun as this 50 has been in fact when I turn 100 I hope I am able to write another 50 year blog entry. I’m no Peter Pan, but I am dam close even if the suit is a bit snug on my fat ass.

Thanks to everyone that made my first 50 a great ride, let the fun continue

Catch you all on the flipside

Fitzy