I suppose aging is inevitable. It is something that begins the moment we exit our mother's womb, and we unknowingly march on toward our own deaths. Lovely, right?
I'm told often that I do not look my age. However, I am being carded less often than a few years ago. Do I dress older? I don't really have wrinkles. Perhaps I should stop calling those younger than me "whippersnappers", since it does sound like something an old person would say.
Last week I turned the big 2-7. No, it isn't really a milestone birthday, but it is just another reminder of how close I am to the big 3-0.
When I was younger, I couldn't imagine being this old. In fact, I was sure I would have died by 16. No real reason, I wasn't into a bad scene or anything. I just thought I would die young.
Well, I've managed to stay alive, and here I am. So what do I have to show for it? Well, I am the head of my department at work, I have my own apartment with a gorgeous view, and I do in fact still have my looks. Besides that, I have friends who truly care about me, a family who loves me, and the rest of the years ahead for many more adventures. Life is good.
But I got anti-wrinkle cream just in case.
Young at heart,