the corner office

I turned 35 this week. I never thought about it much until the day arrived, but 35 is a bit of a milestone age. You're no longer an 'early' thirty-something, you're now officially mid-30s, and more accurately, you're on a one-way trip to the arse-end of your thirties, and there's no getting around it.

Perhaps most ominous, is the knowledge that the next milestone is 40, and that carries enough baggage. You're supposed to start thinking about mid-life crises when you hit 40. I always joke that I had my mid-life crisis in my 20s, and I'm only barely getting out of that. So I'm not quite sure where that leaves me. One of these days I'm going to have to start acting my age. Ronwen say I'm a grumpy old man, but I'm still not fully reconciled with the idea of being a grown-up.