39

Today is the first day of my 39th year of post-uterine life on this planet.  This means that it’s 365 days until I hit 40.  Yikes.

It is common, I suppose, to start looking backwards at this time in a persons life.  I suppose this because it is something I find myself more and more tempted to do.  This is, in my opinion, a mistake.  It I were to summarize each decade of my life according to my overall impression of what happened to me during that time, I would say this:

First Decade (0-10):  Formation of core identity and interests.

Second Decade (11-20):  Transformation into immature, nascent adult.

Third Decade (21-30):  School of hard knocks, transformation into actual adult.

Fourth Decade (31-40):  Establishment of stable, functional, adult life.

I now know who I am, what I believe, and what I’m doing.  I know my strengths and weaknesses and I know how to leverage the former and have systems to attempt to compensate for the latter.  This is a good place to be in.  It took, perhaps, more time than it ought to have taken.  I believe that this is in large part due to the negative influence of my religious upbringing, as it shunted me down life paths that I would not have ventured down otherwise and kept me from things I could have benefited from.  But, such is life.  I am still young, I am still strong, and if my personal development was somewhat unusual, there is nothing I can do about it now but shrug and carry on.  Which is precisely what I intend to do.