Sixteen candles, times two, minus five

As of this evening (6:45?), I will be officially 27 years old. It’s funny how time progresses in a linear motion; honestly, I never sat around and thought, “When I’m 27…”, and yet here it is. I know that this next phrase will get a bunch of “well, at least you’re not X years old like me”, but I feel old. Time seems to speed up as each year is tacked on. It felt like I was a kid forever and then high school seemed to drag on, then college went pretty quickly, and here I am and my twenties are almost over.

Luckily, I’m happy where I am. Accidentally, on purpose, or by pure buffoonery, I’ve got a pretty sweet life. I’ve got someone to spend my life with who is not only beautiful, but also compassionate and understanding of my smudges and torn corners. I have a job that I actually enjoy, not to say that some days it doesn’t get under my skin, but nine days out of ten, I am happy to unlock my classroom and interact with the students. As well, I have a supportive family… on both sides, who cheer me on and correct me when I’m not myself. Even though a certain siblings of mine believes that I “fall” into everything, I think I’ve done good with what I’ve been given, worked, and fought for.

What does my next 27 years bring? Whose to say? All I know is that I have to live by my rule of, “if it hard to do, then it means that is the direction I should take.” I want to give more, I want to donate my time more, I want to continue to see the world outside of Cottage Grove and yet carefully examine every little oddity and beauty that surrounds me. I want to continue to better myself, mentally and physically. Shut off the TV more, read more books this summer than I did last summer; push myself to run the fastest mile yet, weigh another pound less. Be a little wiser and kinder.

Here’s to my 27 years and to the understanding that inside, I just turned 12 again.

About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on August 7, 2008, in random whine and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Bravo you comments. You are one of the two people I most admire!

    You might re-think the picture, though. Is this the image of someone looking forward to the future: being lugged up the mountain, not under your power or direction, backwards? Anyway, fist-kisses and hugs. Love ya dude.

  2. Well, I thought the post was a retrospective and a bugle call to the future, I’ll have to add another picture. Thanks for being the example for me to follow.

  3. Hello from IAH (Houston Airport) where it is about 7:50 Central time. I believe you were born on a Friday. It was 105 degrees the next day. You were born just a little later than this time, at about 6:32 PM Pacific time but Dad can confirm or deny the time if he remembers. It was Meg who was born at 8:40 PM not you. You would had been born sooner if Dad had gotten to the hospital sooner. Happy 27. I wouldn’t have missed a minute of it.




  6. Wait, isn’t 16 x 2 – 2 = 30?
    16 x 2 = 32
    32 – 2 = 30


    -= Chris

  7. Fixed.

    Another goal: double check spelling and math.

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