For some reason, Dave and I keep getting vertigo in Las Vegas.
We are the same age — born two days apart in 1991 — and now it seems we can’t take an elevator without getting some mild vertigo. We took the elevator to the pool deck in Planet Hollywood and after a few steps down the hallway, we both kind of said, Wow…did you feel that too?
I first began to notice symptoms of my aging body two years ago when I was a youth pastor and took my students to an amusement park. One of them coerced me into going on a ride with him, and it wasn’t even that big — it was basically a big swing. I screamed the whole time just to make him laugh, but when I got off, I was sick to my stomach. The nausea didn’t leave my body the rest of the night.
That’s when I realized it didn’t adapt as well as it used to to being tossed around like a toy. My body was starting to make its peace with being sedentary and controlled at all times, unlike when I was younger and tossed it hither and yon.
I don’t have many profound thoughts on aging, except to say that it’s strange to hit a point where I can look back and say, Man. I used to be younger. I used to have more energy. I used to be more okay with chaos.
Even in college, I was more adventurous and free-spirited. Today Dave and I are discombobulated by the flashing lights and the blend of 2,693 sounds coming from all over the casinos. We just want to play some poker and win some money.
Last time I was in Vegas, I was in college. We ran all up and down the Strip and talked to as many strangers as we could. That was only 5 years ago, and I don’t know when the run-all-over-town side of me began to wither, but he has. Perhaps it’s due to my being sick for 2019 and he’ll resurrect. I kind of hope he does, but I would also be content if he didn’t.
Does everyone feel like this at 28? Does everyone’s body begin the slow sink into the earth, like gravity got stronger in the past few years?
Life is weird. Everything is interesting.
I don’t regret spending my 20’s bouncing around and experiencing the world, I only regret not being content much of the time I was doing it. I wish I had been more present. I wish I had complained less and been more generous.
These are all things I can take into my 30’s [in 1.5 years..] but I’ll start practicing now.
I’m at like my 1/3 life crisis and I’d say I’m doing okay.
Thanks for reading this far.
This collection of words brought to you by a rushed Day 4 of my 30 Days of Blogging challenge. Stay tuned for a hopefully more insightful post tomorrow!