I turn thirty-one on November 16. Tomorrow. Or today.
I don’t mind getting older. I guess it’s just a hazard of aging, right? I mean, eventually, if you live long enough, you’ll get old.
And your feet will hurt in the morning.
And your hair will turn gray (and/or fall out…)
And you will get wrinkles from all the smiling and laughing.
These are all badges of honor, I tell you.
Happy birthday to me.