Birthday Blues

I can suddenly relate to Monica Geller from Friends, when she mentions her age as "twenty-five ...and thirteen months".

And as Frisco just informed me, I've officially entered "the late twenties". Thanks a lot.

On the other hand, this "age" thing has nothing to do with simply aging... no, it's a bit more complicated than that. I have actually been worrying that I'm not as close to accomplishing some goals as I thought I would be, by twenty-six. Well, I haven't missed deadlines as yet, so that's a good thing. I've been having this series of conversations with some of my American colleagues, who tell me it's my culture that tends to push me on, make me an "over-achiever". Well, anyone who's seen my career graph will tell you I'm nothing of the sort, I'm doing stuff at my pace and having fun along the way. Maybe, of late, this desire to "get done with it and move on" has gotten much stronger, because I'm now sure that Fi won't be moving here, so I'll have to move there post-PhD, so the urgency to "finish" has come in now.

Well, all in good time. Or so I hope.