When NY moved back to his home state and I ventured back into the land of the dating people, I seriously considered listing my age on my online dating profile as twenty six to avoid the guys looking for the twenty two and twenty three year old chics to party with.
And now, here I am.
Twenty Six.
No longer early twenties. Just one hop over mid twenties. And one year closer to thirty.
I can see half of you, who are older than myself rolling your eyes :)
The thing is that it doesn't really bother me. Short of holding onto my twenties for the purposes of immortality, I don't mind so much. Thirty sounds good to me. Being thirty and no longer this age where people look at you like you are just playing grown up sounds just peachy. So I am venturing into one of my final four years before I turn the big three oh.
And that is totally cool with me.
So today, I am turning the age I used to lie about being when I was younger and I imagine the age I will lie about being when I am older as well.
Labels: Being a Chic, Being Mommy, birthday
