It seems my whole life these days have been full of new beginnings…new job, new apartment, new state, new friends, new joys, new frustrations and new independence. I guess it’s a fitting time for me to be transitioning into all these new things since my 27th birthday is now less than a week away.
It’s a crazy number, this 27. Once I met 26, the idea of the next one wasn’t too exciting for me. I used to sweat being in my mid-20s, but now that those days are, well, days away from being over, I can’t help but wonder if there’s some sort of intermediate numerology that would prevent me from sliding into the late category. Is there a price I can pay, some sort of bribe that would suffice?
Pretty sure the answer to that is no.
Ah, damnit.
So in the meantime, while I find out ways to deal with the fact that my hair is starting to thin just like I knew it would and how I found a white hair sticking straight out of my beard and how my body has begun a revolt against me working out every day when it had no problem with it just a few months ago, the clock keeps ticking.
Stupid time, it never wants to stop for anything…not even my neuroses.
