Michael Gravel Edmonton Writer

Getting Older

It's my birthday this weekend. 35 years old. I don't think that 35 is particularly momentous so I'll be celebrating in private with my family. My love Kerry is also celebrating her birthday, but she has forbidden me to name her age. Let's just say she's a smidge older than I am. We'll be kicking back this weekend, wondering where it all went.

I must say that I'm enjoying my thirties - especially since shitcanning booze three years ago. That made all the difference in the world. Since then life seems to have come into focus. Writing and art have become my driving factors (and obsessions). My role in the arts community has become clearer. I've found someone with whom I'm very happy and want to make a life with. I'm about to become a stepfather - a role that will likely prove to be my biggest challenge yet. Lots of fun so far.

And happy V-Day tomorrow. I refuse to partake in such shameless consumerism. I can't do it. Love the idea of V-Day, but hate what it is in practice: A guilt-driven sham. A hand-authored card. That's as far as I'm willing to go.

Entry #40 · February 13, 2007 in