Today is my birthday.
I am 37.
Urgh! How did this happen? When did I get to be someone in their late 30's? It really just snuck up on me and to be honest, most of the time I still feel like I'm in my late 20's. Alas, I am not. I was feeling kinda depressed about this upcoming birthday, and then I got my new licence in the mail. You remember, the one I went to get a month ago that I almost couldn't get because my brain malfunctioned on me. Anyway-when I saw the envelope was from the DMV, I immediately ripped it open to see how my picture came out. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised.
Then I pulled out my old licence to compare the two and see just how much older I looked. To be honest, I think I look better now than I did when I was 23. At least in the license picture. Can't really say the same for my body, but thankfully the licence is only a headshot. I look like such a baby in my license at 23 but this one at 37, I actually look like an adult. However, I don't look OLD, which is what I was afraid of.
So I suppose turning 37 isn't so bad after all. I mean not as long as I'm still hanging on to my super model good looks.
(The first picture is at 23, the second is from last month. Not like you couldn't have figured that out for yourself or anything.)