I’m going to be 35 soon. It occurred to me while driving the other day that, as of this birthday, I will move to a new age bracket: 35 – 39 (unless I lie, which has never served me well). I started thinking about the age brackets I’ve been a part of… 18-24, 25-34. I don’t think I agree with the grouping theory behind these brackets. Ok, maybe the 18-24 one, but the difference between 18 and 24 is not nearly as big as the difference between 25 and 34.
The me at 34 doesn’t recognize the me at 25. In fact, the 34 me couldn’t have a conversation with the 25 me. I don’t have that kind of patience anymore. 25 wants to argue everything, fix everything, tell everyone how something could be done better. 34 me would smile politely at 25 while secretly thinking, “Are you kidding?” Please.
The 25-34 bracket is defined by grad school, first jobs, first marriages, bad shoes, transitional wardrobes, first homes with hand-me-down furniture, first luxury cars and bad alcohol. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
My new bracket, while shorter in length, appeals to me much more now. My friends and colleagues in this bracket know (or should know) who they are. They have jobs that define their interests and are satisfying – and if they’re making some money along the way, even better. Their spiritual beliefs are not in flux, their financial state has bones of its own, they are well read, well versed and well-respected in their industry.
In a previous bracket, I would have wanted to define my accomplishments by some sort of theme or set of goals I wanted to achieve before it ended. Not in this bracket. I’m just happy to be here and glad amateur hour is over. Anything that happens now will be invitation only.