I don't worry about getting older, really I don't! I like the wisdom and respect that each year brings.
My subconscious seems to be in a state of alert, however, and keeps popping up to make me aware of the fact that I am about to add another year to my age.
Wherever I look, something or someone is there, suggesting disadvantages to growing old. One of my students asked me not IF I was going to go on botox...but WHEN. One suggested that if I really feel the need to tell everyone how old I am, perhaps I should lie about my age by some 5 years. Outside my front door, the hospital opposite has hung an enormous sign celebrating the plastic surgery department's 10 year anniversary.
I don't care. ID Marie should shut up. Marie Super-Ego is 32 tomorrow and happy about it!
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Congrats! That's makes you exactly one week younger than my wife - which I guess is a meek consolation.
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