What the Power Of 38 Means

Thirty-eight lovers? Thirty-eight races? A Cabal of Thirty-eight? Thirty-eight WHATTT?

Jenna (left) and Chris circa 1982 (yup, that’s me: perm, leg warmers, torn sweatshirt and nike shoes)

Several years ago, Jenna and I were filling out our waiver forms to raft the Truckee River up in Tahoe City. Mind you, Jenna is older than me by three days only. On the form, the age she wrote was “38”  – which was not our correct age at the time. I asked her why she lied (figuring coming from the acting world, she is highly sensitive about her age). She said simply, “they don’t need to know what age we are.” So I filled out my form with “38” and said, “I’m sticking at 38 too!”

The funny thing is, that number “38” got locked in my head. I just stopped counting. Every once in a while I’d have to fill out a form and calculate my age from my birth year (yeah, I’d actually have to write down 2012-19xx) and as dumb-ass as this sounds, I’d always be surprised. It wasn’t until this year, when I was signing up for my first 5K that I had to sign up in a specific age bracket. Once again, counting on my fingers, well,  I was momentarily stunned. How did THAT happen? (The good thing about the “real” number in this scenario, is that I was in the lower end of my bracket, so figured I might just be a bit more competitive).

The power of 38 means that you are as young, as sexy, as courageous, as strong, as funny as you perceive yourself to be. Getting older doesn’t “suck.” Each day that passes is a day to rejoice all that we have, all those blessings that have come our way, all the opportunities that we had on this very day to laugh, to be amused at the world. The power of 38 is about discovering our own personal bests, to be authentic; the power to choose to wear sleeveless shirts despite angel wings at any age. Who the frick cares but us? Power, baby. Power to perceive things in a positive way.

Welcome to the power of 38.

Chris

ps – Thanks to my unbelievable peeps for your encouragement – this blog will be my testing ground to my, dare I say it, my nipple novel.

pps – Thanks for the red-penning and guidance these past 11+ years as a marketing writer for Raving from super writers John Romero, David Kranes, Dennis Conrad, TJ Tejeda, Amy Price Fanter and Pete Fromm. Amy Conrad, guess I can’t ask you to proof all my stuff, can I?

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