Growing Older

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” -Abraham Lincoln

Having another birthday this week. Seems like I just had one. The years seems to be flying by now, and I'm more and more concerned about if what I'm doing/how I'm living is really meaningful.

I remember turning 7. The first year that I was depressed about the passage of time instead of thinking about the presents and upcoming Holidays. Can't really remember much before 7, but then again at around age 11. I learned some about the birds and the bees and it scared the shit out of me. I didn't want to have to deal with grown-up issues. I didn't want to have to think about my body doing weird things and separating me evermore from the boys I loved to be around.

Now I have to start thinking about aging, and changing around priorities as a result.
Jen and I had a spa day on Saturday. It was a sort of tame Bachelorette celebration. We got facials and massages. I was in the room with the lady doing my facial and she started asking what my routine was. What products I used. Of course, my response was along the lines of water and soap in the shower. She was appalled and started in on all the things I should be doing at my age to ensure my skin held up well with age. It was overwhelming. I didn't really go to the spa to be scolded. But I guess I do need to start preparing for the future. Be it my skin, a family, financially, etc.

I wish I could live in Neverneverland with the lost boys and never grow up.

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