I have notices that people can get all hung up on their age.
No one wants to be perceived as older than they are and most would prefer you think they are younger.
My 30th birthday was disaster. I will always remember it with a little wince.
I was working in a factory and I had an allergic reaction to something. Hives were quickly spreading and rapidly approaching my neck.
I got my supervisor and told him I needed to go the hospital and he said to have them call him when I got there. Nice.
When I did get there, they took one look at me and knew what was up. Then they wanted to give me a shot. On my birthday. And not in my arm. Nice.
Then my babysitter canceled and the dinner at that little watering hole in Zulu was nixed and I had a grilled cheese sandwich. Nice.
The reason I can’t help but wince is that I made such a big deal about it. So what. Life went on, the earth is still spinning and the sun will come up tomorrow.
Well, I just celebrated my 45th birthday and it was OK.
I’ve found I don’t have a lot of hang-ups others do. I’m not scared of reaching a certain age and I’m pretty comfortable with my life.
Uh-oh. That didn’t sound good. Comfortable. Some think of fluffy throws or fuzzy pajamas or perhaps just a pair of sweats.
Comfort food means a lot of different things to different people but the theory is the same: we eat them and they make us sigh and close our eyes and it triggers those goods chemicals and they start flowing in our brains and everything is better.
Others may see my comfort as being stuck in a rut and either liking it or not caring.
I once had a conversation with someone who asked me what I saw myself doing in 5 or 10 years. Where would I be?
I asked him why he thought I wasn’t doing what I wanted. I’m guessing by his reaction it was the first time he got that answer.
Comfortable isn’t bad. What if everyone changed jobs every 5 or 10 years? Sounds like mayhem and chaos to me.
I did that for a while. I actually thought about it my track record when the 5-year mark came at The Herald. But it feels right. And there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s also something to be said for experience and earned wisdom.
I’m perfectly fine with people who set goals and move up and/or on. That’s good for them.
It’s also OK to like what you are doing and dedicate time to it and strive to keep getting better at it.
It’s OK to be in for the haul. Somebody’s got to do it.