Roman Numerals. You like that? I am on the verge of becoming ancient. Pre-historic even. I am about to be aged out of a critical demographic. After tomorrow, I will no longer be of interest to marketers targeting that oh-so-key 18-34 demographic. As the bald spot on my head grows increasingly prominent, I must confront the possibility of a looming mid-life crisis.
Am I too old for <insert thing i am supposedly too old for>? Should I have done something significant with my life by now? Am I going to fall into a reverie lamenting my place in the world, while simultaneously coming to terms with life, the universe, and everything by having a sudden epiphany about how glorious it is to be the parent of an amazing and wonderful 5 year old? (Whoa - I think that last sentence actually held together!)
This is going nowhere fast. I only have two more hours. I think I'm going to do something more productive. Like opening up a fine bottle of Mikkeller Monk's Brew. The only epiphany here is that my beer gets fancier as I get older.
Am I too old for <insert thing i am supposedly too old for>? Should I have done something significant with my life by now? Am I going to fall into a reverie lamenting my place in the world, while simultaneously coming to terms with life, the universe, and everything by having a sudden epiphany about how glorious it is to be the parent of an amazing and wonderful 5 year old? (Whoa - I think that last sentence actually held together!)
This is going nowhere fast. I only have two more hours. I think I'm going to do something more productive. Like opening up a fine bottle of Mikkeller Monk's Brew. The only epiphany here is that my beer gets fancier as I get older.
