I'm just going to throw it out there, but right now it seems like 25 years kind of just went by in a flash; in a very drawn out, ambitious, overly emotional flash. What doesn't seem quick in retrospect? My mom would probably argue labour . . . On March 31, 1984 at 10:52am I was born, which if you crunch the numbers, today sets a record for the oldest I've ever been :)
I'll get into more detail about the birthday celebrations that went down this past weekend when I returned to Regina, the town I went to university in, in my next post. There were enough overly nostalgic moments there for a number of posts as it is. Right now I'm just keen to enjoy the day. I'm not sure how I'll really handle aging when it seems more dramatic than 25, but at the moment it actually feels pretty good. Knowing now what I would have to do to get to this point again, I wouldn't want to go back.
Somehow I've become an adult, somehow I've done things that I wouldn't have imagined I would have by now, and unsurprisingly there's still so much I look forward to doing with the bits of experience I've acquired. I don't think my checklist will ever be complete. Were it not for the sense that our time is fleeting, would any of us really feel pressured to push ourselves harder?
In 2006 I made from 84, a little experimental film meant to feel like a photographic quilt, constructed using fragments of my childhood photographs - the title obviously in reference to being born in the styles and patterns of 1984. So, as fitting as only a birthday could make it, 25 years to the day here we are . . .