Today I am 38.
Another year closer to 40.
The messy middle. The in-between.
Not old enough to be a sage,
Not young enough to be seen as high potential.
Young kids, aging parents,
A healthy body getting its first creaks,
A healthy mind forgetting to switch the laundry before bed.
Gray hairs but not white.
Wrinkles but not many.
Called sir by some and young man by others.
The songs I grew up with
Now play in chain grocery stores.
The slang I once spoke
Now feels dated.
The fashion I wear is now in vintage thrift shops.
My favorite shows are only reruns.
Like a car that hits 100,000 miles
That doesn’t quite accelerate like it used to.
Yet “lots of life left”
As long as you keep up with oil changes.
The messy middle. The in-between.
Another year closer to 40.
Today I am 38.
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