
Tomorrow, I turn 38, and it's messing with my head something fierce.
Back when I was in high school, I always figured that I wasn't making it to 40. No real reason that I can think of; just that I couldn't see a "me" in my 40s. It was totally outside of my frame of reference. And even as I got older, I never got around to filling in that big swath of empty space that began somewhere around 39 years and 360 days. The closest I ever got was my plan to retire when I was 45 (with the way Microsoft was doing at the time I signed on there, it looked like a realistic possibility,) but it was never any more solid than "45th birthday? I'm out of here."
Well, we all know by now that Microsoft had other plans, so I never got around to putting anything in that plan's place. I went back to school, and never really looked past graduation. And since graduation, I still haven't gotten a concrete picture of anything. Just "Find a fulltime job. Somewhere. Preferably soon."
I've been flying blind since May, and when I do look forward, I see that huge gaping hole where my concept of life for me past my 40th birthday should be. And it's inching closer with every day. And tomorrow, it takes a huge leap closer. I haven't managed to get a light to the end of that particular tunnel yet. Hell, I don't even know where the end of the tunnel is yet, and I'm still working on figuring out how to cope with that.
And yet.
I've got some of teh best goddamn friends I could have hoped for, both ones I've met face-to-face, and those I only know from online. Whatever god has chosen to send them my way, or me theirs, has rewarded me in ways I can't begin to count, much less put into words. Any attempt to thank you all would be inadequate, because I know I'd keep forgetting people that needed to be on the list, so I'll just say it here, and say it simply: Thank you for being my friend. I don't tell you this as often as I need to, and I apologise for that. I've lost contact with some of the rest of you, through whatever set of circumstances, and I'm sorry for that, too. But you're still my friend regardless. Hopefully, we'll get back in touch at some point in the not-too-distant future. If not, however, then at least I have the memories of when we were still keeping up with each other.
So anyway, try and bear with me while I figure out what the hell the rest of my life is going to be, and I'll try to be bearable while the figuring-out goes on. Selah.