|Contemplating badging my age of "26" at the work place tomorrow. This was so "in" back in 1990. Well, let's face it, the whole look was.|
In my mind it's always made more sense to make resolutions for Birthdays rather than the New Year. Let's face it, the mark of a personal new year is stamped with a number. While our's country's math proficiency is in the tank, it's funny how quickly we can add, subtract, multiply and
To let my nerd tendencies run wild, let's just take 26, which I have always had the strange feeling would prove a great year for myself. At 26 I can chalk up this much: a solid no-fluff resume, a higher sartorial quality closet, and more commitments. I'll even add the centimeters here and there that were not on my 23 year-old figure. If we subtract 25 from that, then some unspoken-for-bruises, a bakers dozen of stress-induced wine bottles (the rest can stay), and a few choice words can all be taken out. We're then left with the difference of a slightly non-committal, borderline workaholic, who is very well groomed. Hey, I've been called worse things.
So that was then, 25. Not too shabby by any means. I just think I can do even better with 26. It may very well be that I won't know exactly what to do on my actual Birthday. I'll place