There is a weird thought. My thirties are over. Turning forty tomorrow is not nearly as weird as thinking that my thirties have come to a close. All of those things that I needed to do “in my thirties” have to have been done or else, well it is just too late now. I mean, for the most part, that worked out as planned. I worked the “big decade of my career” as the thirties normally are. It was certainly a major decade for me from that perspective. I had two kids. I moved from Geneseo to New Brunswick to Newark to Peekskill to Irving to Carrollton to Peekskill to Friendswood to Canar to Rio Hato to Granada to Prines during my thirties! Twelve homes in ten years, pretty much maintaining my “moving every nine months” after that I have been doing ever since I was eighteen. And it is only accelerating now that I have hit the end of that decade.
My twenties were my crazy years. No stability, crazy jobs. But the thirties were more traditional. I started working at CitiGroup just days into my thirties and a long, stable career was the hallmark of the decade for me. Eight years with CitiGroup! So hard to believe that I was at one place for so long!
Today was actually a rather busy day for me. I did not get relaxing time as there was a lot of writing and research projects for me to be focused on and so I was pretty much engaged on that all evening. Not much time to hang out with the family today.