So yesterday’s blog post was on the riveting subject of retirement and pensions. It was only after I’d written it that I realised just how much I, and the things I write about, have changed over the years.
I started this blog in 2002 when I was 17 – still at college, living with my parents and single. And over the first couple of years, a lot of what I wrote about was going out, getting drunk and generally finding my way in the world. Along with all the techy things, of course.
I still write about techy things, but I’m not the outgoing young person that I used to be 10 years ago. I’m generally in bed by 9pm. I’m happily married, and we’ve just bought a house together. Whilst I might have the odd night out, instead of necking 8 bottles of Reef each night (fruit juice mixed with vodka), I’ll be gently quaffing a couple of craft beers or real ales. In other words, I’ve grown up, and now at an age where mortgage and retirement planning are actually relevant.
17 year old me would probably find 31 year old me a bit boring. But 31 year old me is also a lot happier than 17 year old me. I am who I am, and I like that.