I overthink. A lot. And I often contemplate the fact that I’m in my late 30s, heading toward 40. Because I still don’t quite believe my age. It’s not denial; it’s more amazement.
A friend of mine in her fifties confided that she, too, asks herself obvious questions. “Am I really in my 50s? Because I don’t feel it.” Another friend shared with me a perceptive quote she heard: The days are long, but the years are quick. I know there are days I will physically “feel my age.” But I love the irony of it, because at the same time, (no matter how much I overthink), I’m still shrugging my shoulders in disbelief because in my mind, I don’t “feel my age.”
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