Here is what I don't understand. A few days ago, a week tops, I was in my 20s. And everyone I knew was in their 20s. And we were all just rolling along living our merry little 20 something lives.
And then, here it is, a week later and I am half way through my 30s. And honestly, I don't mind it. I really don't. I like the older version of myself - more grounded, more even keeled, less drama. But here is the part that I don't understand and that frankly, gets under this slightly wrinkled skin every now and then when I let it - how is that everyone I know is still in their 20s.
Okay, not everyone, I know a few people who are early 30s. But it seems like every time I meet someone, I am shaking their hand and thinking, okay, this person is probably about my age. And then age comes up at some point and they turn out to be 22. Which, my little ocd brain calculates, is 13 years younger than me. 13. Thirteen.
It is like everyone I could have baby sat grew up and every one I went to high school with dropped off the face of the earth. Somehow, I have become an island between 25 and 55.
I hope I didn't offend anyone. It was just an observation.
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