I turned 36 Saturday. I still consider 36 mid-thirties, but the hubs likes to annoy me and say I’m in my upper thirties now. When I was young, 36 sounded so grown-up. Now that I’m actually a grown-up, I don’t feel much like an adult at all. Example: I still shudder when someone refers to me or my girlfriends as women.
“You mean us girls?” I’d say.
At family weddings, I’ll ask, “Where’s the kids table?” because I still classify myself separately from the adults/parents.
Age is often a state of mind. I’m happier now than I was in my twenties because I am more grounded and self aware. Even so, aging does concern me. I actually think I might be better off blind since I’ll never know how many wrinkles have formed. The downside is if I miraculously regain vision one day, I’m in for a total shocker.
But because I want to be young as long as possible, there are a few pillars to my “youth.” (Like how I put that word in quotes?)