Yesterday was my 34th birthday. Thirty four. What a perfectly ordinary age.
Although I think I’m officially in my “mid-30’s” now. How about “early in my mid-30’s”? That’s a little easier to swallow.
Getting older isn’t so bad, it’s the looking older part that doesn’t thrill me. There are more gray hairs sprouting from the top of my head than I can/should pull out now. I’ve been noticing more fine lines around my eyes lately too. And there is definitely less distance between the floor and my butt these days. Hmmm, what other embarrassing things about myself should I admit here? I think I’ll stop now.