My stepdaughter turned 24 yesterday (Happy Birthday Amy!) and it got me to thinking about birthdays. When do you stop aging in your head? I know when I did … I was 25. How do I know this? Because it’s just the age I feel in my head as opposed to my “chronical” age (Thanks Ramona of Housewives NYC).
Why 25? Who knows? I don’t think you get to pick your mental age – it picks you. When I was 25 I was living on my own in downtown Chicago – kind of a Mary Richards type of thing, I guess. I was broke, but I was happy and doing it all myself. (La la la… you’re gonna maaaaaaaaake it after all!)
Anyway, I guess having a young mental age is a good way to stay young. Something I have to focus on while I get ready for the big 4-0 this year.
40? Fuck, that’s old!