Why Don't We Cut Me In Half And Count My Rings?
As most of my blogospheric audience knows by now, October 1st is a very special date in our home. We have, not one, but two birthdays today. My daughter, Abby, turned four today. My birthday had a four embedded in it somewhere.
I'd like to think of myself as a "young 42" but in looking at my students, I do feel old sometimes. Like this past summer during the Office Politics class, one young woman was presenting on how email communication can trigger office politics situations. She paused in the middle of her presentation (mid-sentence, actually) to ask me, "So, Professor Johnson, what was the work place like before we had email?" I didn't miss a beat and responded, "Well, we would unscroll our papyrus, and if that system was down, we would access the back-ups we'd chiseled in stone." (The Law/MBA student sitting beside me almost passed out from laughing so hard.) So, OK, I'm maybe not as young as I'd like to believe I am.
Still, as I look at the opportunities I've enjoyed over the past two decades of post-college life, I wouldn't trade off a single experience. Life really is what you make it... whether you're 24 or 42.
So, every once in a while, get out there and say something stupid, do something silly, think something irreverent, and be something different. When you get to be really old (like triple digits), you'll be glad you did.