In 30 days, I’ll be forty. As the final countdown begins, it’s time to say good-bye to all the things I thought I’d be before August 2010. And wonder where the hell my flying DeLorean is.
The last age I took so hard was 25. Back then, launching into the latter half of my twenties without having achieved richness or thinness had me feeling like a big loser. Luckily, my self-confidence has improved since then. Now launching into my final 365 days before middle age without yet having achieved richness or thinness just has me feeling old.