Birthdays seem to pile up faster and faster the older you get. I’m forty one today, but in the immortal words of Indiana Jones…
“It’s not the years, Honey… it’s the mileage.”
Back in 1989 I became a manager for a caricature concession company at the tender age of 23. I was roughly the same age as the artists I trained and younger than some. At 25 I owned my own caricature businesses and got a lot of funny looks from people when they were told I was the owner of the business. A few years ago I officially contracted an artist to draw caricatures for me that had not yet been born when I did my first theme park caricature in 1985. Now I have many artists that are less old than some of my drawings. Whew.
Ah, well. The gray hairs and wrinkles accumulate but so do the moments watching your kids grow into responsible people and feeling proud, the days spent with family and friends and the results of working hard to achieve your dreams. There are plenty of wrong turns and bumpy roads in life, but if you are better at remembering the sunny days and blue skies of your journey, you are the happier for it.
Besides, I earned all my gray hairs.
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