The day you realize that all your favorite Hollywood stars are your age or younger is weird. Then maybe you find out that professional athletes are significantly younger than you. Then while reading one of your favorite blogs, you find out that the Evil Queen from Once Upon a Time is a year younger…and in your mind she was WAY older. Then you hear that some of the bloggers you follow, who you assumed were about your age, based upon the fact that they own large homes and have 5 gabillion kids, are like 25.
AND YOUR MIND IS BLOWN AND SUDDENLY YOU FEEL CRAZY OLD.
But here’s the deal…35 is not old. I’m still young…at least I feel that way most of the time!
Biologically, I’m still fertile (please Jesus, at least for a few more years!) and I have no major physical maladies. Sure, I’ve got loads of grey hair and bags under my eyes, but most of the time, I forget that I’m not a gal in her 20s.
Just as it’s hard to notice how much time has passed here in CA, due to the lack of seasons and the ever-constant weather, I think I’ve missed the passing of time, due in large part to the lack of changing seasons in my own life (i.e. marriage, children).
I’ve spent enough of my life lamenting about my single and childless status, but in this case, I think it has kept me young.
Does that sound crazy?
PS – if you look at me and see a wrinkled old hag, please do not ask me to remove the rose-colored glasses. ; )














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