I sit and think about getting older.
I turn 34 later this year. Everything between age 21 now has just been a blur. Too much of being a workaholic. Too much waking up on a Thursday and thinking “The week’s gone by already?” Too much time spent not accomplishing anything that really matters in the long run other than paying bills and getting by.
I’m seven years older than my parents were when they had me.
I never thought that I would own a house – but now I’m in my *second* home.
I’m making four times what I did in my first “real job” at ioNET in 1995.
I never thought that I would find someone to spend my life with who could put up with my quirks, hobbies, and tendency to be a workaholic. I’ve been with Amy for TEN YEARS now – a third of my life – and we’ve been married for seven of those years.
I don’t “feel” like an adult. I still feel like a kid who is “managing to get by”.
Does this ever change? Do you ever grow older and finally feel “grown up” and mature?