So I turned 32. The wisdom that comes with that is, well, underwhelming. I got up this morning and I thought "golly, I can't be 32 already! I actually remember what I was doing 15 years ago!" And folks, if you can remember that far back, you're no longer that young thing you think of yourself as!
Reminds me of the time I turned 25. I went to the store for something or other, and while I was there someone said "thank you, ma'am" to me. Now to be clear, I appreciate good manners as much as the next person does. But golly, to be ma'amed at 25?! Isn't there some law or something out there that says no woman under 90 is to be ma'amed?! So you guys out there that walk around ma'aming us, be careful!
But then again, it's all about perspective. I've decided to look at 32 as the new 21. Wait, I was broke and unemployed at 21, so maybe not. But I guess I'm as young as I feel. Forget the fact that certain parts of my body are starting to umm, how did Maya Angelou put it, "compete to see which gets south first", or something to that effect. I am loved, I am healthy and I am alive. Honestly, who could ask for more?