So, no sooner do I finish my latest navel-gazing than I look up across the terminal, and see my alter-ego – a 30 something with iPod earbuds and a PSP, hip t-shirt, and the 20 lbs of beer I’ve managed to keep off since this time last year.
I’m sure he’s a wonderful human, with a cooler job that me and for sure with cooler toys.
But there’s something wonderful to be said for slacks, belts (I put mine back on, BTW), buttons, mortgages, and kids waiting at the house.
Heh. I’m much happier at a few minutes shy of forty than I ever was in my 20s. I miss the body – that’s about it. :-)