Somewhere between New Year’s Day and about an hour ago, I think I aged about 20-30 years. As much as I’d love to blame it on entrepreneurship, I’m hoping this is more than likely my true self coming more and more to light.

Well, maybe my true self in 2031. Fingers crossed.

Let me explain. My current client has a staff of energetic, loud-talking twentysomethings that love to go out every night and have a blast. I don’t. After a long day, I just want go home, throw on some jazz, brew some tea, kick my feet up, and just chill. But lately, I haven’t even been doing that. I’ve been coming home and going right to sleep within an hour or less, then waking up and not being able to go back to sleep until sunrise. So I end up schlepping into the office a few hours later looking like death with a hangover, and the aforementioned twentysomethings are chirpily recanting their night out while I wonder when in the hell I turned into such an old fart.

In a way, it’s similar to what used to happen when I worked at Big Company, Inc. I’d work twelve hours, come home, eat, then go to bed. But the thing is, everyone else that worked there ended up doing the same thing. The separation of work life and personal life was clear. But when you work for yourself and end up in a non-corporate work structure, things are different. The two lives start to mesh. I mean, I’m working long hours here too, but I have less and less free time these days so I have less and less of a personal life. And when I do have it, I usually spend it sleeping. I’ve been working like a crazy person non-stop since March and I think it’s starting to catch up to me.

Don’t get me wrong though — I have a had a few nights out these past few months that were just great. I pretty much have a standard brunch and hang out session every Sunday. More than likely, I’m probably making a bigger deal out of this shit than I should be. But there’s still a little part of me that feels like I should be out there doing more stuff. Living it up. Enjoying my youth. Not sleeping my twenties away.

Damn this quarterlife angst!