They say age is just a number. I wish that were true.

Otherwise my outlook sometimes wouldn’t be so blue.

The reality is quite mundane

One age and two is not quite the same

Ok, I give up, rhymed meter isn’t my thing.

But it’s still better than if I did sing.

Seriously now…

As the date of for starting PA school gets close (less than a week away) I have mixed emotions in my head. On one hand, I sometimes feel as giddy as I did when I first went off to college, or perhaps when I was in my twenties. For the first time in years, I intentionally won’t be earning an income. Instead, I’ll be paying good money for an education. I feel young in so many ways. In just over two years if all goes well, I’ll be starting a whole new career. I feel like I’ve got a whole new life ahead of me.

And I do.

But… the reality is, unless something changes, I have fewer days ahead of me than I have behind me. In fact, statistically, I have fewer days ahead of me than I have between when I finished college and now. My next career will certainly be far shorter than my previous one.

So I’m not too old to start school. I don’t feel all that old emotionally. Even physically I don’t feel too bad, though I’ll admit I’ve noticed the vagaries of aging in my body.

But I’m too old to mature in this career as much as I did my former one. Too old to do this career the justice I’d love to give it and then move on to something else.

But, I don’t care. I’m going to love and enjoy the heck out of the years I’ve got left and the career I’m moving into.

That said, if anyone has any secrets to longevity, reach out to me. Or heck, even if I could live to 200 or 300, that might do for all I want to do. Though I suspect at 150 or 250, I’d be wishing for more time to do more things.

So for now, my plan is to die young as old as possible.