Intimations Of Mortality

A recent wake-up call startled me into contemplating the sobering reality that one's natal day is the banal "first day of the rest of your life".

In essence, we begin to die the moment we are born. Bummer. As infants, we are in no great position to assess what that means. Lots of growing, learning, and introspection are absolutely necessary to consider such deeper meaning, if such ever does cross our Kardashian-rattled minds.

But, fellow supply chain toilers, there are career parallels that might make their way into our consciousness.

Once grown, then educated, we enter our first welcome-to-the-world job. And, who then thinks about the trajectory thereafter?  But, reality is that the first job is also the first step toward the end of a career, whether retirement, a second career, greeting refugees from Jerry Springer-land, or worse.

This arc is one, though, that can be approached with plans, tools, and techniques to help find a soft landing location. But, discovering this slap upside the head later in life is not a welcome learning. It deserves - you deserve - better, earlier, and more comprehensive planning.

After all, you are no longer a freshly delivered yowling neonate. It's all downhill after that birth date and after that first job. You need to learn how to steer your toboggan as soon as possible.