Today I turn 29. And to be truthful, I’ve been kinda freaking out about it for the last couple of weeks. After this year, my twenties will be over (technically). And even though I hear thirty is the new twenty, I can’t help feeling like it’s time to start playing offense with mother nature. My biological clock is pointing me towards the anti-wrinkle creams and SPF50 products. It’s also telling me I should start doing things like drinking green tea.
Joining gymnastics for adults.
And drinking that glass of wine every night to ward off heart disease and other such rot. I’ve never felt a bigger anxiety about getting a year older.
What age in particular had you sitting up and paying more attention to the passing of time?