Happy Birthday To Me?
I stopped being 40 yesterday.
I hit the big 4-1.
To celebrate, my wife woke me up at 6 a.m.
Not intentionally, of course.
But when she's up, everybody's up.
I wasn't up for long.
I rolled over and went back to sleep until 8, which is my routine.
You see, I'm somewhat of a night owl and will finish my day around midnight.
As I got up, I realized she had eaten breakfast, logged into work, done an hour of cardio, walked the dog, showered and gotten back to work, all before I got out of bed.
Now, no one has ever called me lazy.
I'm active and dedicated and love my work and I work 12-14 hour days.
I just don't jump out of bed at 6 like she does.
However, I decided to give it a try today because of some creative math I did yesterday.
Well, not exactly creative.
I'm a journalist, always have been, and I graduated with "math appreciation" being my only math class.
But along the way, while identifying dangling modifiers and playing grammar police, I did manage to add, subtract, multiply and divide.
I broke out my Texas Instruments mainstay calculator and arrived at the following:
2 hours a day (by getting up at 6 rather than 8) x 364 days a year (sleep in on your birthday, for Heaven's sake) equals 728 hours.
Divide that by 24 hours and you get 30.33 extra days a year.
So, in essence and reality, I'm giving myself an extra month this year for my birthday present.
It's that simple.
Want more?
Over the course of 12 years, you'll have given yourself a full year.
Would that make me 42 if I had realized this stuff at 29?
I digress ...
Anyway, that was birthday present to myself: time.
My wife and I did go out and celebrate.
We were home by 7:15, which, when you turn 41, is the new midnight.
And I had trouble sleeping thinking about how much I could do with another month this year.
But I'm fading.
I think I need a nap.
