The big 37. For some reason this is the first year I think I said "Am I really THAT old?" I never minded getting older before, but now reality is setting in.
While showering (by myself! ... no toddler) I mulled over if I'd revert back to 36 years old next year. I suppose I could stay at 36 since that didn't freak me out, but I think more in terms of I'm either moving forward, moving backward or standing still. I definitely don't want to stand still. And since moving backwards gives me only 36 more years which would slowly end in needing others to clothe, feed and eventually wash and change me... I'm definitely OK with moving forward. So the only question is, how much more will I have my act together by next year?
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