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Being born plumb start on a decade was a boon when I was younger, I just had to remember the current year and do some simple arithmetic to find out how old I was, or how old I would be in some time in the future. I remember thinking of the year 2000 as pretty impossibly far away, I’d be thirty.
Well, time marches on as the cliche goes, and here we are, 5 years past the turn of the millennium[1], and I have kept up with its pace, more or less.
I don’t subscribe to the theory that even multiples of ten are the significant turning points in life (20, 30 etc). I read someplace that multiples of seven are more important, and so far, this has been the case (mostly in retrospect, I think). Whether this year will turn out to be some sort of turning point, I don’t know. I doubt it. But I’ve been thinking more and more about the fact that I’m getting older. Mostly this is about the fact that I can’t go back. Student life, single life, unmarried life — that’s behind me. (Hopefully!). So it’s time to knuckle down and accept that life is in front of me, take some more responsibilities, and move on to the next level.
I’ll keep you posted on the progress on that.
[1] counting as common people do, not as pedants.
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Anders wrote at 2005-09-26 17:11: