I threw a bit of a party this past weekend. A birthday one. One for myself.
It seems I have no say whatsoever in universal time management and the years just keep creeping up on me. And I only get older and older.
In general I don't mind. In my mind I am nowhere near the age that my official papers claim I am. But somehow I managed to get old. Sure I no longer feel like I'm 20 but in all this time since those golden days I never felt that I got older as one year flowed into the next. And still by now... I must admit that in that space of time I did get older. It's an unrealistic feeling but none the less one that is backed up with evidence. Such as?
Well, staying up till midnight by now has become a bit of an achievement. Anything that doesn't appear on my grocery list will not be brought home. And even if it is mentionned on that list, it might not even make it home with me!
The years are claiming my elasticity. The elasticity of my memory, my ratio sleep-wake time, my muscles and last but not least .... my skin!
Oh and before you worry... no I have no trouble getting old. I'm planning to get to a 100... graciously mind you. But now and again the surreal feeling of reality clashing with the inner workings of one's mind just hits home. Particularly around birthdays.
But I'll raise my glass to myself anyway and wish myself a Happy Birthday ( and not too many extra wrinkles) today!