I’m Old and Things Are Starting To Get Wrinkly

I am on day two of my birthday hangover. I turned 32 this weekend and despite my best efforts to the contrary I am still around.  Forty is looking a lot closer than 20 now and I have decided I might benefit from taking stock in where I am these days…kind of like a self-help seminar, but without all the crying…well maybe a little crying:

  • I live within  a double haul of my all time favorite southern trout water with my wife and son who neither of which know how to double haul…yet. (The boy is only one but I still don’t think that’s a good enough excuse…laziness if you ask me.)
  • I used to make a lot of money doing something I really didn’t like that much.  Now I make very little money doing something I love.
  • I am about to start a magazine with no experience other than reading them on the crapper.
  • I have a bunch of good friends both fly and not so fly.
  • I have all my hair…but I have more hair in weird places.
  • I don’t smell old…but I often smell bad.
  • I can still tie a size 26 midge…but I can no longer tie on a weeklong bender.
  • I am not as old as Steve (Art Director Steve…you know the one I’m talking about…the really old one)
  • I am on the water more now than in all my twenties combined…but I have to pee a lot more.

Till now I never realized how much I needed a hug.

– dave