Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
Ha. This is the moment where we old people¹ chime in and say things like ... 5 years??? 9 months!
I don't know where I want to be in five years, period. It scares me, and has always been my weakness. By "it" I mean the future.
¹ This is the window for people older than me to tell me I've picked the wrong lawn.
Standing with Hec in the "saying goodbye to the 40s" corner.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
What-EV. I'll be 38 in a hair under 4 months.
My evaluations are fairly painless (though pointless, as nobody in admin or clerical on the university side has gotten a raise in 3-4 years). The only stressy thing is that my boss keeps wanting me to take accounting classes. I would rather push rusty nails through my lower lip.
You know what? I don't think I ever knew your exact age before, msbelle. Funny.
The numbers don't get me. Except when they are funny and cliches that I don't really buy into happen. How quickly I can burn through a decade, now that can alarm me....
It's like a cascade of curmudgeonness.
I, for the record, don't mind being about to be 38. Except for the part where it terrifies me that I haven't done enough yet. But I've (honestly) been feeling that way since I was ten, so I'm thousands of dollars of therapy away from not having that panic.
I will not EAT IT!
You people can express dismay at whatever age you'll be, too. In my pea-sized brain I am (depending on the day) either 22 or 30.
I am 38, AIFG. It would be FGer if I had more money, property, and a love weasel to call my own. But still, it's pretty durned good.
EAT IT, both of you.
What Perkins said.
Signed,
Turning 40 in July.
p.s. Back in my day, 5 years was always in dog years! Chew on that, whippersnapper!