When I was in my twenties and I wondered what my forties were going to be like, I assumed that by then my career would have peaked. Today I turn 48, and I really hope younger me was an idiot.
…yeah, that’s pretty much sums it all up. I’m hoping that I suffered from temporal nearsightedness, and didn’t realize that as I grew older I would continue to remain in possession of my faculties and want to do things, and that I would have the werewithal (and good fortune) to make the things happen.
This assumes, of course, that I am in possession of my faculties. I try to keep myself sharp via an elixir that consists of equal parts rage and coffee. It seems to be working so far, but would I notice if it weren’t?