Not getting any younger

It was my birthday on recently. I turned 37. This caused me a couple of moments of mid-life crisis.

When I turned 27 I started telling everyone I was 30, on the principle that since most women lie about their age by knocking a few years off the big numbers, anyone I told I was 27 would assume I was 30 anyway.

Following the same principle I’m going to have to start telling people I’m 40,

40.

That made me sit back a bit. I mean I’ve just decided to go back to Uni, We’re considering whether we’re going to move internationally again. Aren’t I getting a bit old for that foolishness?

So I mentioned this to my husband, who, with his usual logic said.

“Uh-huh, and if you don’t do those things now, and then decide you’d like to do them later – will you be any younger then?”

…

I hate it when he’s right.