It’s been one year (and three days) since I turned thirty-five. Now I’m thirty-six.
I usually do a post on my birthday so that I have a marker of the time that’s passed, but this year it seems like that time is passing quicker than ever. I’m so, so, so busy (hence the lack of posts here—I’m sorry about that, but things just get like that sometimes!), and to be honest, it feels like I just had a birthday maybe a month or two ago. What happened to the past year?!
So. Thirty-six. That means I was eighteen years old…eighteen years ago. Which seems kind of impossible since I really still think of myself as being eighteen. (Okay, maybe nineteen. Twenty on a bad day.) Am I in my “late 30s” now? Or does that not start until thirty-nine?