I turned 35 on February 9th 2016. In my family (well, part of it anyway), this is known as “half way through.” As in half way through the biblical threescore and ten that, according to Psalm 90, we are all allotted. If you’re over 70, you’re “living on borrowed time.” Encouraging, isn’t it?
I don’t pay much attention to my birthdays, as a rule. They just sort of happen. I don’t like to make a fuss, because I’m an introvert. When you’re an introvert of whom people are making a fuss you tend to get quite worn out by it all.
I was happy to mark the day by walking around Manchester with my X100T, doing some street photography. Nothing earth shattering, but the joy in just making images was plentiful. I also got to start my day with a Koffee Pot breakfast, which is never a bad thing.
Later on, at home, I shot a couple of self portraits. The fun one — seen above — and a more serious one, which reflected my thoughts about the day.
If my life is but 70 years long — and I sincerely hope it’s longer — then I’m half way through. That’s 1,103,760,000 seconds gone out of a total of 2,207,520,000.
I’m hale and hearty. Oh sure, I have some aches and pains: a knee that doesn’t always work right and a back that is starting to remind me that being a photographer is not going to be entirely good for it. Hangovers take longer to clear and I’m fighting a running battle with my metabolism, which has decided that it wants to store all of the food, as though my body is run by a committee of hamsters. 35 years of ups and downs have taken their toll at times, and life isn’t always easy.
But the positives far outweigh the negatives. I’ve got a talent that I enjoy, and the skill to make some really great images. I’m surrounded by smart people who can help me achieve my goals. I’ve got exciting things lined up this year, and will finally take forward some projects I’ve been working on for a while.
Here’s to the next 35 years.