TL;DR; – This is a no-content post, so feel free to ignore. And I am not drunk, this time.
I haven’t blogged since ages but I have been collating my to-be blogged thoughts in Evernote. Among all those collected items, this topic was the last sequentially but I thought it to be the first to be written down. I believe it is just a natural phenomena that during our younger days, our birthdays got us thinking about parties, the gifts we would get, the celebrations, cake, trumpets, elephants, giraffes (alright I am losing here…). A part of the natural phenomenon is also that once we are around our thirties, we do get some of the above thoughts, and one more with it… I got older by a year! I mean come on, its just a friggin birthday, every one has it. But somehow recently one word popped up in my mind which took me by a bit of a surprise. Retirement.
So this is where I am, I am 33 doing good coding, liked by many, hated by some (mostly wife) and thinking what the fuck I should be doing before I turn 34. I think I will be coding, what do you think!