I have been pretty lucky in terms of health. I mean, I'm not exactly a vision of olympic fitness and I certainly lack good vision, but I am not often sick and now I am convinced that I have super-human healing powers. Kind of like Wolverine from the Marvel Comics.
Almost every week I have the pleasure of handling engagement, wedding and anniversary announcements. The photos are often of two people looking lovingly at one another, almost with giant sparkles in their eyes, or a couple with arms wrapped around one another like they want to never let go, or sometimes it is of two people with laughing smiles and eyes squinting because, obviously, they find joy in each other's company.
There are locals who won't step foot downtown during the summer months because of the locust-like swarms of tourists — living downtown, sometimes I wish I could practice avoidance — but the tourists, when they find their way out of the diamond stores, are on to something. We live in a super great place. That's why we live here, after all.
In recent years, everyone has been talking about defining a stage between adolescence and adulthood. It used to be that we'd go from being teenagers to being adults, before that, it was straight up childhood to adulthood. Adults with major jobs or responsibilities, lots of babies, etc. There is talk of a developmental stage called "emerging adulthood" that brings forth awful imagery of larvae for me. As it turns out, I'm on the cusp of being a real adult, both in age and in behavior.