I’m an ‘old’ 32-year old. That’s kind of like the opposite of “being a
young 65 year-old.”
I’m obsessed with my age and always have
been. I suffered from great anxiety in the months leading up to my 25th
birthday and I put alot of pressure on years 25 – 30.
At 25 I made an unrealistic (and poorly
though-out) list of things to have accomplished by the age of 30 which included
things like:
- buy a luxury car
- having (at least) 4 children
- establishing my career
- publishing a book
- retiring at the age of 30