i turn thirty-five next week.
that seems weird to type. even weirder that i typed the number out rather than just typing this: 35.
that’s halfway up the hill. i’m not quite over the hill. just yet.
i remember when thirty-five felt so old.
oh, who am i kidding, i’m nearly five years to 40. that is old.
of course, when i finally turn 40 i’m sure i’ll be saying it’s the new thirty.
but, back to thirty-five…
i’m not quite sure i’m ready for it. i know, like it or not, that’s the age i’ll turn next week, but
i don’t think i’m ready to grow up just yet.
but maybe by the time i turn forty.