My first thought this morning, as I was driving to Hamline for class, was, "How can the winter break possibly be over? It just started." But I smiled when I walked on campus.
I smiled even more when I arrived at class to find that our professor's travel plans were messed up, so a departmental secretary checked us, started a film for us to watch (why were the early 1980s the Golden Age of Anthropological Film-making? Discuss.), and left. The film was only 45 minutes long, so class finished two hours early. And the prof won't be back until Monday, so no class tomorrow. This is a very nice early birthday present: the gift of time. Especially considering my impending age change, I need all the time I can get.
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Yes!!!
You'll have to send you prof in absentia a thank-you card!
Remember, dear Scooter, you're only as old as you let yourself feel - and you'll never be as young as you were when you started reading this comment...
After much initial angst, I've settled into being 40 quite well, and I'm sure you will, too.
For me, part of the comfort with my age come from working with many younger colleagues in their mid-twenties to early thirties, and I find myself thinking, "Man, I'm glad I'm past that stage of life."
Of course, then I go to the gym and see some sculpted 20 year old guy, and I do feel deflated. (But I've felt that way since I was sixteen.)
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