Tomorrow I’m going to reach the age I decided to stop aging at back when I was 16. Apparently, back then 28 seemed like the perfect age to me which comforts me a little because right now I feel old. Not old really, because I still feel like a teenager inside (in spite of having an almost 4 year old and a husband) but like I probably should have had my shit together by now. (Maybe I do and my standards are just too high?) Maybe feeling like a teenager has something to do with that not happening…  

Either way, from tomorrow on, every time I have a birthday, I will be turning 28. Even when I’m 80, (assuming I make it that far), when people ask, I’ll be turning 28. If you have any intention of actually knowing how old I really am years from now, I’d write this down. lol. February 10, 1984 is when I was born and tomorrow is when I’ll reach the perfect age for the first time.