2019 Was a Good Year to Grow Old

A long time has passed since I last wrote here. Three full seasons have come and gone and schools are no longer segregated between the obese and thin children. We’re now in 2020 and I felt the need to tell you about my 2019.

So, what have I been up to?

Most of my free time has been devoted to charity work. Unfortunately for those slackers looking for hand-outs, the only free time I have had was when I dropped a few items off at the Salvation Army. The last year was way too busy for my own personal goals that I barely had any time to give back to anyone else.

What did I do? I spent a lot of time writing about baseball for a website I manage. It has become a good second income I can spend on nothing. That’s because I got really boring and old in 2019.

I’ve never been an exciting person. I don’t seek thrills. My heart gets pumping enough when I get a phone call from a number I don’t recognize. To me, pooping in a public restroom with a questionable rusty lock on the door is an extreme sport.

I wouldn’t say the last year was a waste of time. In fact, it was one of the best years of my life.

I’m one of those fortunate people who doesn’t mind going to work. Yeah, I battle extreme bouts of social anxiety whenever a co-worker tries to have a conversation. Overall, though, I can’t really complain. I just put on my headphones, do my work, and then go home at the end of the day.

Another great thing about 2019 was how short my commute to work became. Jenny and I moved at the end of 2018. Instead of taking us about 30 minutes to get to work each morning, it’s only 10. For years, I had a commute which lasted an hour and a half. A 10 minute commute is a blessing I would never wish on my worst enemy. And why would I? They’re my worst enemy. My fifth grade home room teacher doesn’t deserve anything good.

Along with approaching 2019 as a “business as usual” type year, I believe Jenny and I took a lot of steps toward becoming full-time adults. We’re now more conscious of things like retirement funds, 401Ks, and mortgages. We’ve always been wise spenders. In 2019, we took the next steps toward becoming boombastic investors. The next step is to stop using boombastic as an adjective.

Other things happened in 2019 that made me older. I do yoga every day. I like it, too.

God, what happened? When did I become a middle-aged housewife?

I attended a wedding, took multiple 2+ hour road trips, and may have stumbled on a diet that really works.

Did you know if you don’t eat like a fucking pig all week long you can lose weight? Just do it once a week until you hate yourself. The other six days you’ll spend feeling so guilty you’ll develop a slight eating disorder.

I kid, of course. There’s nothing slight about it.

Overall, 2019 was a good year. Great, in fact. And maybe that’s why I didn’t write here much. I didn’t have much to complain or whine about.

I didn’t make a single friend, meet any new people I want to socialize with, or achieve a life-changing goal. Nevertheless, 2019 was more than a good day to die hard–it was a good year to grow old.

At least I’m growing old with this one.

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