For much of my adult life, I’ve felt 17. I’m not sure why I ended up stuck at that age, but it was a definite point for me. Until recently.
Again, I’m not sure why, but I’ve been feeling my age lately. I know, I’m not that old, but considering that I’ve felt like a teen for the past decade or so, it’s odd to suddenly realize that not only am I 35, but I FEEL 35. What the heck?!
Why do I feel old? It might be the fact that my children are getting older and I’m seeing that this isn’t going to last much longer. Maybe it’s the fact that look at my in-laws, who have been married for 6 months and are split, shaking my head and thinking up sage advice and realize that I’ve been with my man for 13 years. Or perhaps it’s the fact that all the tourists in Antigua suddenly seem really young and I’m surprised their parents let them travel down here!
Whatever it is, I don’t like it. Not one little bit. I liked feeling young. This feeling middle-aged business is for the birds!