in which I become a lame oldster
Five years ago my friends and I were finishing up University. We wandered out into the world with freshly minted diplomas clutched to our chests and set about finding jobs and setting life goals. Of course this lead to a big collective freak-out, as we all realized the disconnect between how we’d been doing things up to that point, and what we were expected to be doing now that we’re adults.
Now that we’re all settling down with our particular things (or something), maybe we should reflect on those two big questions up there: how did I get here? where do I go now?
This is something K. and I were talking about the other day, some sort of project to explore the hows and whys behind our particular choice of life-path, what our priorities have become, what is success? All that crap that makes me sound like a lame, high school, career counselor.
I’m not really going anywhere with this at the moment, just announcing that I’m thinking about this, and that you should too (or else K. will come and cut your face, so you ain’t pretty no more).
