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Originally Posted by Clodfobble
Interesting how many people's lives were falling apart or just about to at this age.
27 was the year my daughter was born. My barely 2-year-old son was weird and pretty difficult, but not yet unmanageable. If we wanted to go to a restaurant, we just did it. When I saw cute kids' clothes at Target, I just bought them. Ha! It wasn't until a few months into 28 when the world spectacularly collapsed.
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Yeah. It does seem to be a theme.
Funny thing is, I felt older in many ways then than I do now. I recall very strongly the feeling that time was somehow slipping past me unheeded, and I had done none of the things I always thought I would/should/could. Was just starting to come to the conclusion that actually I probably never would go to university, or get published or any of the other things I really had wanted to do at one time. That was ok...because I had some new ambitions, but I remember almost mourning the passing of those opportunities (as I then saw it).
It was wild times and fun as well that year. Lot of partying, and drink and uppers fuelled gatherings.
But that little part of me was yearning for something else.
Strange looking back. My ambition was a degree. Now I'm working for a doctorate. I'm not a published writer, but online friends like my poems and my readings, and if my current plans succeed, I will at some point get a book published. And, no, it's not the next great contemporary British novel...it'll be an expanded thesis on crime in the 18th century British Army.
13 little years. And the deck has changed completely.