My Birthday at the Adventurer’s Club

Have I mentioned I think it’s really beyond silly that Disney is closing the Adventurer’s Club?

Natasha and I went on Sunday night and had an absolute blast. It helped that SOMEONE told Sugar Snap the maid about my birthday. Sugar made me a limited edition pin (complete with hidden Mickey — can you find it, below?), and a coffee filter hat. Along with my very own sealed-for-my-protection spoon (in Mickey Mouse black) and several Disney pens. And during the Rhythm Ritual at the end of the night I got my very own maid’s panties salute. Yep, nothing better on your birthday. Thanks, Sugar!

My birthday pin

Oh, and I must mention…Hathaway Browne is my hero. Someday, I want to be the handsome club aviator that gets all the chicks just like him.

It’s My Birthday

Not only is it my birthday, it’s my 40th birthday, which is supposed to be about rocking chairs and cakes with RIP written on them in big letters. I really wanted to avoid all of that silliness. Not so much because I’m embarassed or depressed or anything, but mostly because I don’t want to even start thinking like 40 is an end to anything. Or that youth really has that much value.

Me at 40.

Let me be old for a second, and give everyone younger than me a little advice. The only thing that is constant in life is that nothing is constant. The only thing that stays true through your life is that things change.

That sounds kind of harsh, I know, but it’s really kind of an exciting proposition, if you think about it. (Okay, it’s not exciting if you realtly like the daily grind, but how many of us only want that from life?) Every day, your entire universe remakes itself. You can bowl through it in the same pattern, on autopilot, while it wriggles underneath you like a snake. Or you can ride the differences. Get up early. Try a new food. Do something you’ve never done before.

That’s what I’m trying to do right now. I’m trying to meet new people. I’m trying new things, like playing guitar and painting. I’m revisiting old things, like writing.

So maybe 40 for me is about remaking who I am. Becoming a sculptor of myself. Let’s see what I can make of myself in the years to come.