Yep, that's right, on Friday I turned 35 years old. I knew it sounded old, but didn't really think about it until my mom sort of intimated that yeah, it did seem sorta old. She remembered being 35, like the way I remember turning 10, which Addison will do in two weeks.
It sounds so jaded, but age really is a number, at least to me. I celebrate a birthday every year (duh) but have failed to feel older. I feel much wiser and calmer, but not older. I don't honestly know how "old" feels.
I see this as a good thing. If I start wearing mom jeans and getting my hair set every week, then I'll start worrying.
2 comments:
Welcome to the 35-year-old club... Stay away from "mom" jeans and curlers and you'll be fine! ;-)
Happy Belated Birthday!
Truth be told, being in my 30s has never bothered me. I definitely like them *way* better than my 20s!
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