The only anxiety I recall having about what would happen to me ten, twenty years down the road was my childhood fear that I wouldn't be rich enough to buy a Porsche 911 before they stopped making them.
Well, the folks at Zuffenhausen segued straight to the Carrera 2, which I will almost certainly never be able to afford and probably wouldn't want anyway. So I can't say that I'm sad about my failure to achieve my childhood goal.
Irony aside, I wonder whether there's something wrong with me. Shouldn't I be envisioning my retirement, like some of my colleagues? Shouldn't I be worrying whether I'm going to be all that I can be?
Maybe I need a Five Year Plan.