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judecorpI am getting old. My goodness. I was just going through journal entries from 2001 and 2002 and all I can think about it, "Wow, I'm freaking OLD." I have almost 5 years of journaling sitting on this little website. I should probably back it up sometime, but part of me also wouldn't mind if it just up and vanished someday. Clean slate and all that.
I wonder if I would feel young again if I went back to school again. If instead of thinking about homeownership and parenthood and responsibility I would think about deadlines for papers and school vacations. For the first time in my life, though, I don't want to go back to school. I'm on a new mission, I have new goals, and as an incredibly goal-oriented person, I'm determined to get the job done. I don't care what I have to do or what sort of work I have to put into this, it's going to happen. You can take that to the bank.
I can't believe the progression of my life. Gah, I guess I really do just keep getting older, and not just because I started taking calcium supplements and reducing my caffiene intake and getting to work on time. My worldview is changing. I think about settling down, slowing down, routinizing. Did you know that 3 years ago around this time, Jennifer and I were planning our first vacation together, to a quaint bed and breakfast in Provincetown? Coworker Velma and I drove through the night to get to the East Coast. She chose CDs to introduce me to my lesbian folky foremothers or whatever. Gosh, it seems like a total lifetime ago.
2001 was the most challenging year of my life, and 2001 was 4 years ago. I guess we just keep flipping pages on the calendar. My cohort is turning 30 this year, and I will along with them. I never thought I would make it to 16. That was 14 years ago. Time is amazing.
Last year I shaved a girl's head. We'd just met. Last year I packed up and left a place I'd grown my own roots. Last year I worked my least favorite job ever. Last year my brother got married to a great girl. Last year. Only last year. I've had 29 last years now. I wonder what this year has in store for me.
I wonder if I would feel young again if I went back to school again. If instead of thinking about homeownership and parenthood and responsibility I would think about deadlines for papers and school vacations. For the first time in my life, though, I don't want to go back to school. I'm on a new mission, I have new goals, and as an incredibly goal-oriented person, I'm determined to get the job done. I don't care what I have to do or what sort of work I have to put into this, it's going to happen. You can take that to the bank.
I can't believe the progression of my life. Gah, I guess I really do just keep getting older, and not just because I started taking calcium supplements and reducing my caffiene intake and getting to work on time. My worldview is changing. I think about settling down, slowing down, routinizing. Did you know that 3 years ago around this time, Jennifer and I were planning our first vacation together, to a quaint bed and breakfast in Provincetown? Coworker Velma and I drove through the night to get to the East Coast. She chose CDs to introduce me to my lesbian folky foremothers or whatever. Gosh, it seems like a total lifetime ago.
2001 was the most challenging year of my life, and 2001 was 4 years ago. I guess we just keep flipping pages on the calendar. My cohort is turning 30 this year, and I will along with them. I never thought I would make it to 16. That was 14 years ago. Time is amazing.
Last year I shaved a girl's head. We'd just met. Last year I packed up and left a place I'd grown my own roots. Last year I worked my least favorite job ever. Last year my brother got married to a great girl. Last year. Only last year. I've had 29 last years now. I wonder what this year has in store for me.
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Date: 2005-02-22 03:18 am (UTC)I'm coming up on my SEVEN year anniversary at my job. That's what makes me feel the oldest, I think.
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Date: 2005-02-23 01:48 pm (UTC)Besides, you're still cute!
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