As I approach this thing called middle-age, it seems fitting that I was asked to do a piece on looking through the wormhole – what I wish I had known in my 20s. My first instinct was to simply say , “The winning lottery numbers for the next 10 years,” but I digress.
My name is not Biff Tannen (that is a “Back to the Future” reference for you young whipper snappers) and I completely believe that the space-time continuum is not to be trifled with. I have to stick to what wisdom could have realistically served me without massive monetary gain. My list is full of worries and doubt that kept me up at night, made me doubt my talents, my brains and most of the choices that I have made for the last 20 years.