Usually for the last post of the year I do a bit of a retrospective / lessons
learned kind of post. Not going to bore you with that this year.
Instead, I want to talk a bit about the concept of a decade. The only time I
personally seem to reference decades is in regard to music and fashion. When
speaking in context of myself, it’s always about where I came from and usually
encompasses “the 90s” in which I spent only 4 years of the 1990s in high school.
It actually came as a bit of a surprise to me when I heard we’re at the end of a
decade the other day. Guess I’ve been so focused the last few years that I
didn’t realize or acknowledge this. It genuinely came as a surprise.
Also, I’m not here to discuss the nuance of the decade starting on the zero or
one, that’s a fight I don’t care about at all.
The thing is, at least for me, decades don’t really matter, not in the calendar
sense at least. During the last decade I spent time in both my twenties and
thirties. The decade may be ending, bit it’s not MY decade.
I’ll probably always say things like “back in the 80s” to describe the first
half of my youth, grade school and such, and “but you don’t understand, it was
the 90s” to describe the second half, as well as some of my poorly picked
tattoos 😉
After the first two decades of my existence, everything shifted to “my twenties”
and “my thirties” and I suspect this is the same for most people, even though
the media is determined to force the end of a decade down our throats to help
sell mattresses and other shit we may not need.
That said, looking back on the last ten years of my life is fairly interesting
and includes a substantial amount of personal growth. But I don’t think the
decade itself had anything to do with it, outside of access to technology and
additional capital.
