Today, I realized that the year 2030 is just as far away as the year 2000 is. 

As the calendar turns to 2015, I’m not taking the time to do my typical “look back” kind of post, but mostly thinking about how we are situated between two interesting milestones.

I always enjoyed the fact that I was born in a very even numbered year. Mostly because it always made it easier for me to remember my age, I thought, than it was for others. But, here we sit, I’m in my mid-20s, and life is equally behind me and, hopefully, ahead of me.

You know, my fleeting memories as a 10-year old boy, are pretty far back in my brain. I’ve always had miserable memory and that’s why I’m so obsessed with my calendar (at least, I think that’s why).  I remember the bigger things…one of the larger ones being entering the 1st grade, September 11th 2001, afternoons and after-school time on the playground…typical kid stuff.

But, as far back in my brain are the memories that I will hopefully be able to have a 40 year old man – they are about 15 years in either direction.

When I’m about 40, I presume I’ll have a family. A kid? Who really knows? Will I be doing HESONWHEELS full-time? Will it be a distant reminder of my younger self? Will I have my doctorate by then? Will that even be a goal of mine? Will I be in America?

But I DO know what I was doing when I was 10. I was happy that my age was finally into the double digits. I was excited yet nervous about Y2K. I was a less-awkward-then-average 5th grader in Northern Virginia, not aware that my family would soon move “far, far” away (and then that year, in 6th grade, I basically declared my life over. Obviously, that was not the case…).

That’s the funkiest thing about time.

“The further backward you look, the further forward you can see.”
Winston Churchill