39 And Holding
June 29, 1968 was an awesome day (at least for me) because it was the day I was born. I’m not one of the birthday phobia dudes but I must admit when I go to the gym and punch my age into the cardio machine before beginning, I like entering the number “3″ first. Example 35,36,37…for my age. I can still enter “3″ for 365 more days and then I have to change to ‘4″ for the next ten years - ouch.
Forty seems much older than 39. I know most of you are saying that 40 is the new 30, which sounds cool and I believe it as well, but I blame the 40 stuff I feel on my mom. My first childhood memories of my mom are when she was in her 40’s, I used to think she was ancient, like a relic. She was 40 when she gave birth to the champion who would set out to change lives worldwide, so I guess she had the “40 is the new 30″ mentality before it was vogue. I’m in my hometown of Bradford, PA this weekend so I’ll have to stop by the cemetery and have a conversation with her about my last year as a 30 something.
More importantly, I am more fired up at 39 than I was at 29, 19 or 9 to live the life I love! I am focused on making everyday Saturday for thousands who desire a lifestyle that they envisioned they could have as a teeenager. Age really is just a number, meaningless when you compare it to what’s in your heart and what you feel. Don’t let a number dictate how big your dream is or how high you strive. Life is not a dress rehearsal, you only get one shot. Make each day count.
As for me, I’m really going to relish entering “3″ as the first the digit of my age for one more year. Funny how you appreciate things when they’re about to leave you.
Sam Crowley
