Yup, it’s official: I’m 37. Part of me wants to discuss aging, growing older and wiser and what the future holds for me and my place in the world. Part of me wants to create a poetic treatise on aging, love and good friends. All noble intentions of my creative mind.
The rest of me wants cake.
Think I’m heading out for cake and ice cream. Diet be darned! I’ll hobble my way through the day loaded up on cake.
Sometime this week, I’ll write something reflective and introspective but right now, I hear chocolate calling me.
PS: Quote of the day from one of my co workers:
“37? Really? Happy Birthday! You are officially invisible to women under 30! Congratulations!”