Recently, I was filling out some random form which requested my DOB. Oh yeah-I was filing my taxes. Anyway, automatic pilot set in and I typed "1971".
However, it took several seconds for me to realize what the heck I just wrote. 1971?!!! I'm 38?!! When did that happen to me? No offense to anyone who may be in the same boat, but 40 is around the corner. Shut the front door! 40 is unacceptable. For me anyway.
Perhaps it's because when I was a kid, my sister and I thought 35 was old. Like, retirement age. I know, I know--that was from a kid's perspective, but it still seemed like it got here before I was ready.
Now there's a mortgage, bills, kids needing to be fed, bosses wanting me to work...really? Can a sista get a day to just lounge on the sofa with a cold beer? Oh, and please, no questions about 'what's for dinner?' or 'when can we expect payment?' When can I expect to be 20 again? Never? Fabulous.
I guess there's something to be said about being 38, right? They tell me I'm about to hit my sexual prime. Yeah! Can't wait to see how that works out for me.
