I feel like 50 to 60 took about 5 years. Still surprising.
I’m looking forward to 60 to 70, because that’s all I can do.
Also, it used to bother me more, looking back and feeling like time had flown. I’m much more zen about it now. It is what it is. I suppose that’s resignation, but I’m calm about it now.
Long COVID was actually just me turning 40 and losing track of the years.
Although, I’ll say that your perceptions can re-normalize when you have a little guy in your life. Like, people tell you “your kids will grow up so fast” but I’m feeling every single day of the Terrible Twos.
I keep forgetting that I’m 37. I could swear I was 27, like, yesterday.
I’ve got a coworker in his young-20s who admitted to being “ageist.” When he heard my age he reacted weird, saying something along the lines of not caring about people 30+.
I wasn’t offended. I simply told him, “You’ll be there before you know it.” My other coworkers (also 30+ years old) backed me up. Dude can enjoy his time now, though from his response I suspect he might have a fear of aging that he’s not fully come to terms with yet.
“Nothing” is a bit of a stretch, but it’s true that milestones pretty much stop happening for much of adulthood. I’ve traveled, I’ve dated, I’ve moved and changed jobs. But I don’t want to fall into a rut, so I’ve been working to give myself a new “milestone” every year. Last year I achieved a key certification for work. The year before, I learned to identify every country on a map. The year before that, I learned how to solve a Rubik’s cube. Other things have been learning to knit, identifying every nation’s flag, and learning to fly an airplane.
I’m not sure what to aim for this year, but I’m open to suggestions.
Each decade of age took me half as long as the previous one did.
0-10 took forever
10-20 took 20 years
20-30 took 10 years
30-40 took 5 years
And I fear it only gets worse.
I feel like 50 to 60 took about 5 years. Still surprising.
I’m looking forward to 60 to 70, because that’s all I can do.
Also, it used to bother me more, looking back and feeling like time had flown. I’m much more zen about it now. It is what it is. I suppose that’s resignation, but I’m calm about it now.
Long COVID was actually just me turning 40 and losing track of the years.
Although, I’ll say that your perceptions can re-normalize when you have a little guy in your life. Like, people tell you “your kids will grow up so fast” but I’m feeling every single day of the Terrible Twos.
I keep forgetting that I’m 37. I could swear I was 27, like, yesterday.
I’ve got a coworker in his young-20s who admitted to being “ageist.” When he heard my age he reacted weird, saying something along the lines of not caring about people 30+.
I wasn’t offended. I simply told him, “You’ll be there before you know it.” My other coworkers (also 30+ years old) backed me up. Dude can enjoy his time now, though from his response I suspect he might have a fear of aging that he’s not fully come to terms with yet.
It does. I’m far closer to dying than living. I maybe have 10 more years, 15 if I’m lucky, (a debatable form of “luck”).
You just do nothing worth paying attention in these periods
“Nothing” is a bit of a stretch, but it’s true that milestones pretty much stop happening for much of adulthood. I’ve traveled, I’ve dated, I’ve moved and changed jobs. But I don’t want to fall into a rut, so I’ve been working to give myself a new “milestone” every year. Last year I achieved a key certification for work. The year before, I learned to identify every country on a map. The year before that, I learned how to solve a Rubik’s cube. Other things have been learning to knit, identifying every nation’s flag, and learning to fly an airplane.
I’m not sure what to aim for this year, but I’m open to suggestions.
It’s nothing compared to learning to walk, talk, and resist existential dread.
Having said this, I must admit that you live pretty full life
TIL: forever/2=20
Imagine how long their pregnancy took
I’m guessing ℵ₁ years, give or take.