There are key moments in my life when I became acutely aware that I was aging. The first time some kids called me “ma’am” (I was 17.) The night a bartender told me he didn’t need to see my ID before sliding me a drink. And the moment I realized I was one of the older employees in the office.
Yes, for the first time in my life, I’m one of the older people on deck. Many of my co-workers are under 30, while I am, well, older. Some were born when I was in high school, probably listen to music I’ve never heard of and grew up using technology I have yet to master. (Yikes, I really do sound old.)
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