Yes. It's true and I am completely and utterly embarrassed by the fact. Gone are the days of staying out until at least 4 AM, drinking, chasing girls and partying to the point of no return.
I'm lucky if I can make it past midnight on a Friday.
To be honest, it's not so much that I don't want to stay up or absolutely couldn't if I really wanted to. It's just the simple fact that after getting up Monday through Friday at 6 AM, working all day and going to the gym, I'm pretty tired by 10 PM.
While some folks might say, "Oh that's great! I bet you're so productive. You can get everything done and have the rest of the day to do whatever you like."
Well, yeah if by, "whatever you like" you mean "working for someone else."
Seriously though, sometimes at work the thought of everything I could be doing to pursue my own dreams and ambitions is so distracting. While I'm fixing some asshole's data file or correcting a line of code all I can do is wonder how much I could have completed working on something that I might still have the passion to do.
And really, if you think about it, that's really what it boils down to - if you ask me. When you're a twenty-something you have your health, vitality and loads of passion. There are no boundaries you're not willing to try and breach. No one will tell you what to do or what you can't do. That passion is enough to fuel you well into the wee hours of the morning.
However, once you've reached your forties things aren't quite as simple as they were. What's more, things like stress and what passes as a career these days function to suck as much of the passion as possible from your body in as expedient a fashion as possible before you get wise to what's going on.
Just my warm and fuzzy thought for the day.
