Just keep practicing until you get it right. 
They say 10,000 hours of practice is enough. At 24 hours per birthday, that says after about 400 years you’ll be good enough to graduate to practicing turning 30.
Or so I tell myself. I’ve got about 800 hours’ practice so just 9200 to go!
Happy Birthday!
I’ll reach 4.4 decades on this obloid in January. Working on 6.0 for the relaxation of economic contribution purposes, aiming for 10.0, so we’ll see how the statistics roll out.
Statistics reminds me of some sage advice I once learned:
Tripler
I am grateful I have fallen into that 2%, so far. . .
And that was the point of the OP: how time flies. I always figured by the time I hit 40 I’d be all serious and humorless like my old man. I wasn’t. Now I’m 60 and I still love cartoons, candy, and video games.
As for mid-life crisis acts, I’ve nothing left. I’ve always ridden Hogs and owned sports cars, already been to all 50 states and 30 countries, have jumped out of an airplane…Twice. Still give it to the woman at least thrice a week, and I own a profitable sporting goods and gun store. I have about 2 years left before I can collect another pension from my second career as a LEO, a career that has been double the adventure I knew it would be. Life is good. It just goes by too quickly.
Same with me.
Another thing, if someone offers you their seat on the bus, accept graciously with thanks. Don’t get huffy like you’re being insulted.
Yep, that’s the response I got a couple of times.
… 60?
I’ve got a bit to go then. Just passed my fifty-thirteenth birthday!
PS: Happy birthday to you.
Wait until puberty kicks in…
Oh, to be 60 again.
Well, at least I’m nearer to retirement. Turned 63 on Oct. 30th.
My birthday is New Year’s Eve, and I’ll be 66, on the downward slide to 70. Shudder
Oh fuck, I’m 82. Don’t worry, at 60 you still have a quarter of your good-life ahead of you. In your final days, you will not regret anything you did – only what you did not do. Now is the time.
Fuck off, kid!
You arrive at a point - well, I did, anyway - where you no longer dread aging because every birthday brings you closer to retirement, which suddenly seems like a realistic eventuality.
Hell, I’m 62 and I wish I were a couple years older.
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Good thought. But try this on for size instead:
Hell, I’m 62* and wish I was enough dollars richer. I’d instantly be old enough to retire without wasting another 3 precious years of my remaining vigor getting there.
* @LSLGuy really is 62.
Happy Birthday pkbites!
Myself, I’m 59½. Next June I’ll be saying Oh fuck! I could swear I was 17 just yesterday!
I hope your life journey, with its twists and turns and ups and downs, has been for the most part enjoyable.
We’re as young as we feel!
WTH you talking about, slick?
I’m already retired. I retired as a Sheriffs Deputy in 2007 after 25 years. 75% of my income as a pension and paid health insurance.
But I got bored so when the department I was working part-time with offered me full time I took it. 2 more years and I’m eligible for another pension. Plus my gun dealership really took off in 2009 after Obama got elected. You should see what it’s doing now! I could quit everything now, sell my properties and business, and take disbursements from my deferred compensation fund and kick back a millionaire with an additional 140K in pension income every year. I plan on doing just that in a couple of years. But not just yet. I still have some fun to have and bucks to make.
But in meantime, getting another step closer to my eventual demise isn’t a fun thought.
Cheer up. You should be in one of the first groups to receive the COVID vaccine, if they ever figure out how to release the stuff.
~VOW
I turned 63 in May. The pisser about that age is it is still too far from being able to go on Medicare. Forcing me to continue to work. Oh well, 18 months til I can retire.