Aging gracefully?

You start getting death benefits junk mail, too. Your Final Expense program, as it were.

 

Got all you punks beat. Hit the double-nickel not long ago, but am still quite capable of being stupidly immature. Now excuse me while I go gum my oatmeal.

 

About a third of a lifetime ago.

 

Birthdays, like holidays, are a bummer primarily because I'm 1,200 miles from friends and family. I'll be 35 in January, and I've been saying for years that if I ever decide to make a career move (i.e. try something different), I'd have to do it by that age.

So far, 30 was the worst because I was in between jobs and my personal and professional outlook on that particular day was less than positive.