A buddy at work whom I deem a peer just had a milestone birthday this past weekend. He turned 40.
I'm nearly 15 years his senior.
I don't know how time started moving so quickly, but it has. When I think about the chronology from a career perspective - the jobs I've held and the moves I've made - it all makes sense and it doesn't feel like much time has passed at all. When I think about it from a pure age standpoint, I feel like I'm missing 10 years.
I don't feel as old as the reflection in the mirror belies. Indeed, from a physical standpoint, I could effectively argue that I'm in much better shape than the version of me from a decade ago. Hence, what I feel I am is a lot more aligned to my buddy at work than it is to what I truly am.
The years have gone way too fast. I'll be 55 in half a year. Fifty-damn-five.
Where did it all go?
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