Tomorrow is my birthday.
I’m reasonably pleased about that; there’s a small celebration with friends planned for tonight and tomorrow I’m taking the day more-or-less off, with some climbing planned in a gym that I should have mostly to myself and some pizza at my favorite place (which I haven’t had in a couple years) and other good stuff that isn’t good for the diet but is okay for the one day.
Tomorrow will also include a trip to the DMV. Yep, my license is expiring, and while I could technically just send off for a sticker to renew it (I’m a good boy who hasn’t had any accidents or violations in the past 4 years, because I’m awesome and maybe also because I don’t have a car), but I don’t want to.
First off, the license picture looks nothing like me. Not (just) because it’s a bad DMV picture, but because I had a scraggly long beard and scraggly long hair. (At least, scraggly for me; I normally just buzz it with clippers.) In my defense, I was growing it out for a play—I was portraying a bitter priest who had lost his faith when he died, and that was the look the writer/director wanted. But it is not a good look in general and on me in particular.
Second, the weight is, happily, grossly inaccurate.
The weight has always been grossly inaccurate. When I got the license, it was, shall we say, aspirational. Now, four years later, it’s quite a few pounds above my actual weight.
I don’t think I’m a particularly vain person, but I’d like my license to reflect who I am now, rather than who I was then.
Only that’s a lie, because I’m not going to put my actual current weight on the license. Once again, it will be aspirational. I’m just trying to figure out how aspirational. I don’t, of course, want it to be completely ludicrous (I’m not going to pass for 160), but I am also expecting to succeed at losing more weight, and I’d rather not have a weight on my license that’s much too high for most of the next 4 years.
‘Tis a quandary. I’m not certain how it shall turn out.
Hopefully the climbing will be easier.