3-2-1 Contact

My contacts arrived yesterday and I totally aced my 'how to put them in' class thing. The only problem yesterday was the right eye wasn't quite correct. I don't know if she measured my rotation wrong the first time or not (I'm not sure on what that means) but she claimed that the fitting measurement on the right eye was 5 degrees, and yesterday it was 20 degrees. Well, I never really had good vision yesterday with them in. I only could wear them for four hours before they had to come out, and it only seemed to work well when I sat still and stared at something whilst being very still. But all in all, it wasn't the best vision I've ever had. I'm going to put them in today around 11 or so, because I can only have them in my eyeballs for six hours today. Then eight tomorrow and so on. I don't know if I'll wear them tomorrow, as I'll be saying goodbye to 28 and hello to 29. If these things don't work well, I don't want to have bad vision all day for my birthday.

The birthday that seems to have really snuck up on me. The last year of being a 20-something. It's also the last birthday my mom ever had, so I'll be just as old as her. She's been turning 29 for quite some time now. But for me, it's real. The big 2-9. I'm a lot farther along in my life at this point than I think I expected to be 10 years ago. I have a good job, wife, two kids, own my own home. (Well, the bank still owns most of it, but I'm working on that) When I think back to 10 years ago, it doesn't seem that far off. There was a lot of growth for me personally around 19 years old. Dealing with things that seemed to be so important at the time, and now looking back, I realize that not much of it was so important. And that now, if I were to be able to relive those moments with the vast wisdom that I've accrued over the past decade, I would probably have handled many of those things differently. It wouldn't have taken me so long to get my AA from a JC, that's for sure.

It seems that once my son was born, I've watched him age without realizing that I was aging right along with him. And now that he's five, I'm 29 (almost), he'll be 16 when I'm 40, that's probably where my first heart attack will happen. As he'll most likely drive like I do. Not good. But I'm noticing around the other kids his age, that I seem to be one of the younger parents. It's nice in a way to have that, but the drawback is that since I'm still younger, they can have this attitude that I don't know what I'm doing. I did take a child development class at the JC during my tenure there. Got a B in it, I believe.

So though I'm turning a year older, and therefore a year wiser tomorrow. I still have the ability to look back on the years that have preceded this one and smile and enjoy them. I have no major regrets, (I don't think anyone doesn't have minor ones) and hope that the next 29 years will take me ever closer to 60, and hopefully retirement. It's really the next big personal goal for me. Retire. From work, not life.