Life begins at 30.
It did for me anyway, and part of me hates saying that because I feel like one of the problems we tend to make in American culture is waiting too late to start our lives, treating grown people like children, and generally acting as if we have all the time in the world.
But, for me at least, I have to say that if you were to judge my life by the first 30 years, you’d see a guy who wasn’t going anywhere with no prospects of going anywhere. I wasn’t a loser. I was just a guy with no girlfriend, no successes under my belt, and drifting without a plan. Yes, I knew I wanted to be a writer, but that’s like knowing I want to be a dinobot. Just because you know what you want out of life that doesn’t mean you’ll get it.
Have I mentioned that I didn’t lose my virginity until 27? Or that, up to that point, I hadn’t even been on a single date. And while I had a couple of jobs, I wasn’t exactly setting the world on fire.
Look at me now. I’m a professional novelologist with 6 books on the shelves, another on the way, and three movie options. While I’m an obscure li’l writer, I’m significantly less obscure than I was only 6 years ago. And, most importantly, I make a living doing this, and that’s pretty damn lucky.
(Also, I’ve dated several women, had one serious previous relationship, and am currently in another serious relationship. That might be a normal achievement for most humans, but sometimes, that amazes me more than the writing stuff.)
I guess I’m just a late bloomer.
It’s not all great. I suppose my biggest regret is that it’s only now that I’m in a position to seriously consider having kids. But that’s a small complaint, and the fact that, as a guy, having kids past 30 is easier than if I was a woman. (Not that many women haven’t managed to just that with relative easy.)
So I guess, if I consider myself a role model (and let’s just pretend that I am for the sake of argument), I’d like to think that it’s not just because I’m a professional writer (which is actually pretty cool, no matter how often I see that phrase), but also that if you’re a late bloomer, you aren’t out of the game yet. That you’re reading this blog post alone should be proof enough.
Fighting the good fight, Writing the good write,