New Year’s Day 2019. Feels kind of strange to say it’s 2019 already. It’s been 19 years since the “Y2K” fears didn’t materialize, 18 years since 9/11, 11 years since the Great Recession came close to becoming Great Depression part II, 7 years since the Mayan Apocalypse came and went, etc. Yet, for me it sometimes doesn’t seem that long ago any of these things happened. But, when I look at people in my niece and nephew’s generation, they weren’t even born when Y2K or 9/11 or the Great Recession took place or at least not able to remember these events. Makes me wonder for these youngsters what events will be taking place in their adolescence and early adulthood they will carry with them for the rest of their lives. I was born in 1980, so too late have living memories of Vietnam or Watergate or the Apollo programs but early enough I can remember first hand stories of the Dust Bowl, World War II, and the Civil Rights movements from my grandparents and their friends. One thing I have learned from surviving my home world making almost 40 laps around the mother star is that the only real constant in our lives is change.
I am 38 years old. As far as life expectancy is concerned, barring any major medical breakthroughs coming, my life as a human is statistically half over. Having a mental illness, I’m probably closer to the grave than even that. I can tell there are some changes happening in myself already. Physically I am beginning to slow down and get unexplainable aches and pains that don’t always clear up as fast as they did even three years ago. Being overweight makes this only worse, no doubt. But, as far as signs that I am in middle age, my physical strength gets sapped faster than previously, I no longer have much of an interest in sex, I don’t feel much of a need to compete against anything beyond my personal bests, have come to accept and appreciate who and what I am, etc.
As it is, I am glad to have been able to experience and witness the changes my civilization and my personal self have gone through. Makes me wonder what changes the next 38 years will bring. If I’m still around and blogging is still a thing in the 2050s, I hope to be able to write about even these changes.
I was born in 1980 and I am 38 as well. Happy New Year!
Yes, happy new year to you too!