If I’m only as old as I feel, then I’m pretty young.
Ever since my first adult job, I’ve felt pretty much the same age: Junior Engineer. Yet in a few months I’ll be 40.
I remembered it again a few nights ago at storytelling guild. The presenter was having problems with the tripod holding the paper. (No, we don’t use tripods and paper for telling, but at guild it’s sometimes handy.) I waited a bit, then scooted forward and discovered that the back leg was shrinking. Two second fix. But as I scooted forward, I quipped about “the junior engineer”. I don’t think anyone heard me, but still. Some of my classmates have been senior engineers and managers for over a decade, and I consider myself, not “middle” but “junior”.
I guess thinking young is good, right?