Rather a significant sounding accomplishment, for something that really only constitutes simply being alive: I have lived in two millennia, two centuries, and six decades. Yeah, that makes me sound old.
For some reason this one has bothered me more than the others. I am not sure why - I do not feel particularly less physically fit than usual and my health is good. It was just a mental thing, but it was burden on my mind.
Then I realized it has nothing to do with me at all. It had more to do with my oldest daughter graduating from high school. That single event makes me feel old - not because of anything I have done but because 18 is the great dividing a line in our society between children and adulthood. The starting of someone's life - especially someone that you have known literally their whole life - makes the passage of time seem all the more daunting.
But my maundering about it will not change anything at all. 50 is here, whether I wish it or not. And is some ways it is not very bad at all.
Happy birthday to me.