Thursday, September 23, 2010

I'm 35 years old, that ain't the end, sure ain't where I began...

What's 35 supposed to feel like? It's about 35% of the time I expect to live. I have $5.97 in my checking account, and $9 in my wallet. It's been a long time since I had anything like a "career", and even longer since I could pretend I liked my job. I'll have my master's degree in December, but I'll also have considerable student loan debt. I've got gray hair around my ears and pimples on my forehead.

I'll skip any commentary on the state of my love life, because there's nothing much to say about it. I'm noticeably overweight. I've got some nice friends, some of whom I actually speak to in real life. My apartment is a wreck, and the longer I wait to clean it, the less I want to tackle the job. My passport expired, and I never renewed it. I've recently discovered yoga. I have several knitting projects half-completed. It's not glamorous. It's just what I've got. It could be worse. It could be better.

What comes next?

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