Tomorrow I will turn 32.

I have noticed that ever since I got into my thirties, whenever people of a similar age know it is my birthday, the conversation is always amusingly similar. They suddenly turn into the four yorkshiremen, rattling off progressively worsening examples of the ailments of age, about how things ache more than they did, I just don’t have the energy I once had, hangovers last longer, married life is different, and is a young man/womens game.

Screw that.

I have never been happier. I have wonderful wife, beautiful home, the best job in the world, incredible friends and family, and while I admittedly have Bon Jovi Knee, my early thirties feel great. There is a world of people fitter, smarter, and better looking than me out there, but I am happy, and I am thankful for that.

Mind you, I do find myself enjoying comfortable trousers more than I did. Uh oh.

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