31

So thitry-one years ago today I was, ya know, born and stuff. It's amazing to me how perspective on age shifts with time. When I was eighteen I thought of thirty-one as old, now... not so much. It also seems to me that the distance between the age you are and the age you consider to be old gets bigger with time as well. While at eighteen I thought thirty-one was old (a thirteen year gap between current age and old age), at thirty-one I now think your old when you're like sixty-five (a thirty-four year gap between current age and old age). At any rate this birthday kind of feels like a nothing birthday. Thirty was a big one but thirty-one really holds nothing exciting for me. On top of that, while I don't think of myself as "old" I can definitely tell I'm not in my early twenties anymore. My expanding belly gives me some indication of this as well. Oh joy. Happy gettin-older-day to me.