I recently found an old photograph of me collecting a groundwater sample. The picture is at least 10 years old: I'm wearing a pair of pants that are at least two sizes smaller than what I have now and a hat that bit the dust at least two hats ago. What, you don't measure your career experience by hats?
The one thing that struck me about the picture is how young and.. fragile I looked.
I joke a lot about looking young for my age (short, slight, and baby-faced), but in my mind, my head is nearly level with that of everyone around me and I have a reasonable poker face that doesn't show every blessed emotion that flits through my head. It's only the distance of a decade that allows me to see what the rest of the world does.
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