27...28...

Yeah, it's that time of year again; I'm officially 28 years old today. According to my info page I'm actually 28.0202 years as of the time I'm writing this.

I can remember back in the dark ages (the late 80's) when I couldn't go to sleep the night before my birthday because I was so excited. Last night I was dosing off on the couch watching Private Practice at like 9:15, so pathetic.

The thing I've noticed as changing the most in my old age is my patience. I can hold back from doing and getting things that I want without it driving me crazy anymore. There are things I really want to do and things I really want to get, but I'm able to tell myself, "I can do that later", or "maybe next month." For example, I have a parts computer in my car that I'm going to use to build a new desktop at home. This thing has been in my car for weeks. Even just a few years ago I would've had that thing all setup and running the day I got my hands on it.

There’s a part in the movie The Silence of the Lambs where Starling is creating a profile of Buffalo Bill, “…he’s in his 30’s or 40’s – he’s got real physical strength, but combined with an older man’s self-control. He’s cautious, precise, never impulsive…” Not to compare myself to a fictitious serial killer, but I understand what she’s talking about more at this point in my life than I did back when I first saw the movie some 15 years ago. I’m not always cautious and precise, nobody is, but I am certainly getting more and more as time goes on.