What the heck happened to the last 18 years?
I came to the realization recently that it’s been 18 years since I graduated from high school. I am officially old enough to have a kid graduating from high school. (I don’t have any kids, but that’s besides the point). When did this happen?
I remember graduating (vaguely). I remember the first two years of college. I remember house parties and clubs and bars and living the single life. Not that I would trade my stable married life for anything, but it’s weird to think how I’ve settled down and grown up and become a certified adult.
Getting tattoos when there are still bills to be paid? Nah. Going to a bar & getting smashed? Eh, maybe once in a while…if I have a driver. Clubs? Eww. No thanks. I feel out of place and awkward and way too mature to be hanging out in one of those.
So weird. When did I get to be 36? That’s just four years away from 40. Geez.
I wonder what I’ll be doing in four years. Will I still be writing? Will my book(s) be successful? Will I have more art sold? More cosplays? Will I still be at both of my current jobs? I can’t imagine leaving either of them. Will I still be a proud geek? Will I still look young enough to get carded?
Who knows. It’s four years away. That’s, like, forever. Or something. Plenty of time to do the things I want to do. Write another novel or two. Design more cosplays. Paint more, draw more. Keep on workin’. And definitely keep geeking out.