Photo Week One: Aging
I occasionally feel old. This winter I have felt it a lot, what with longer working hours and pressures and the cold that just seems to keep on giving. I occasionally notice it, mostly when other people around me have birthdays and I am reminded of the comparative time lines. But on the whole I don’t really think about it. I have to work it out on my fingers when faced with the ‘what age will you be on your next birthday’ question when talking to my bank. I don’t feel like I did in my 20’s anymore, which with sage hindsight is a very good thing, but I don’t think I am anywhere close to the top of the hill and I have a little way before any more ‘milestones’ .
I’m not sure what counts as ‘old’, to the 14 year old niece I am “proper” old, but the younger one thinks I can’t be old until I have children (I may never grow old in that case). The newest edition has no thoughts on the matter and simply squeals, gurgles and looks at me with a face that says ‘you’re not my daddy, go away’.
I think I shall just stay around early 30’s for a bit and see how I feel in a few years.