I like both Irishguy's and Josh's attitudes on this.
For me, similar to you Geoff, the question is, "Where do I want to live?" My CSA totally fucked up my school, athletics, career. I lost what self-confidence I'd started to build as a teenager, home abuse notwithstanding. It's taken a lifetime to rebuild it (hey, I was in a running club in my 30s and got to re-experience the whole team thing doing 5K and 10K runs). I'm less inclined to live in what-could-have-been since it doesn't help me with today. But it's still there and I acknowledge it. For one, it's part of what makes Lancer Lancer.
I guess I'm talking integration.
Nor do I like living in comparisons. But it happens. Living in a gayborhood, the inevitable physical comparisons with 20-somethings come up. But, forgive me guys, I was pretty clueless about a lot of stuff in my 20s (for one, bought a house in a bad neighborhood and was broken into a couple times before I sold it). In my 30s it was about showing off my material stuff to demonstrate I'd "arrived".
Today I usually don't care. I'm just me. And with the benefit of perspective, I have a good general idea of the younger guys' mindset. Nor do I have any desire to emulate my older midlife crisis compadres who try to wear lo-rise or skinny jeans...or who have to have the latest iPhone/iPad incarnation.
Strange thing is, by being just Lancer, I'm cool anyway! (tho' I DO dress more like Justin Long...umm...501s thankyew)