The 30s Are A PostWar Dream
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.
Don’t erase my history and tell me that it’s a compliment. 39 looks like this.
I did the #10YearChallenge, placing a photo of me from 2009 side-by-side with one from me now. It brought up life lessons.
I think being right in life is often about being the most stubborn. Hang in there long enough and you’ll see yourself being proven right. And wrong. All things happen in some measure and it’s hard to quantify exactly how much of what you predicted came true.
Visits: 0I received a call from an old college friend. It went the way you’d expect such calls to go. A lot shrieking, plenty of laughs, some quiet introspection and a lot more “I am so happy to be talking to you.” I really am. This is more than nostalgia….
Everyone I know is on a treadmill. I wish I knew more people like me. The ones that tried getting off it.
This is sort of a birthday taking stock that’s late. But it has been the kind of year that merits that.
It is a lonely place, waiting for the world to catch up, knowing maybe no generation ever will.
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
I went out with an older man recently. Age, steadily creeping up on me, doesn’t seem as scary if it looks the way he does, a few years from now.