Well, that’s it. Saturday is officially the last day I’m 36. And 37 seems like any other adult number, but with a list of very big, very adult-like sort of things.
Several months ago it hit me for the first time that I am getting older, or as it’s referred to, I am aging. I got my first two white hairs. Can I be honest with you? I had a little bit of a freakout. I think it seemed like the end of youth. Like a certain type of finality. But nothing has to end as we grow older. Life keeps moving and so we keep growing. There will be joys and sorrows, lessons to learn and lessons to teach and more stories to share. At least the ones I can remember.