Whoa. I haven't posted on here since I was 31.
I don't even know how that is my age, or what that number even means. When I was a kid, and I thought about growing up, I thought as far as about 25, and then I'd skip ahead to just being ancient (except ancient then didn't hurt). I never took the time to envision the middle parts, except for a brief thought about 45, but in my head, 45 was furious, fashionable, work-a-holic, vibrant, rich, and successful.
At 32, I'm ten million steps away from that vision.