I can't believe I'm going to be 33 on Tuesday which is odd since I've been thinking of myself as 33 for most of the summer. Tuesday it'll be true though. I'm probably the only person past 20 who mentally advances her age early just to get used to it. Strange that it seems to have had the opposite effect this year.
What is it about multiples of eleven? Third time out, something feels special about this one. Maybe it's because there's only two years left, and that feels like it just might be enough. Enough time to become the confident, together person I always thought I'd be by 35.
tags: age, musing