big wheels keep on turning

It’s been nearly a month since I unceremoniously tripped over my mid-30’s. Honestly, I don’t feel at all different than the month before. In retrospect, I don’t feel differently from any other year.

Granted, I get out of breath a little faster than I used to and my right knee refuses to not hurt all the time and my hair is thinner than it used to be and my ankle is weaker after that bad sprain….but I don’t remember these slow transitions into decrepitude. To me it’s all been one and the same game.

I vaguely remember the lithe energetic body of a nubile pre-teen, but only in theory and not especially clearly.

What is the point? I dunno, some cliche about only being as old as you feel or something.

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