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Act Your Age -- Invitation to Write #21

For Writers:

From time-to-time it will hit me: I’m growing older by the day. Not only do I pay a mortgage every month, but I also have a child that I’m responsible for. How did this all happen?

When I look in the mirror, I can see the physical changes. My face is fatter, my hair has some gray, and the lenses in my glasses keep getting thicker with each visit to Lens Crafters. I’ve always needed a lot of sleep, but now if I go without sleep for whatever reason, it takes me longer to recover. I have to face facts: I’m not a young whipper-snapper anymore!

On the other hand, being an adult isn’t all that bad. For the most part, I’m in control. And, I don’t have to worry about “getting some place” in life; I’ve arrived.

How old do others perceive me to be? I’m never sure, but I can say this: it’s been quite a while since anyone’s bothered to card me.

What’s more important: chronological age or the age you feel inside? How do you typically feel: older or younger than your chronological age? And, what exactly does it mean to “act your age”?

“I’m eternally 12.” – Mariah Carey

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