A pep talk on aging.

A 19 year-old reminded how old I am today. No, she didn't say it, but after my roommate reminded me of how young this mutual friend of ours is (and I realized that the difference between myself and her and the difference between her and a 14 year-old was the same), I freaked out a little. But really, age shouldn't bother me (or anyone). And it never has before, I think. No need. I intend to embrace life and its continual age-giving.

I mean, without the passage of time, where would we be? Sitting ducks. Except not the normal kind (vulnerable to hunters and alligators) - ducks in monotonous timelessness.

Think about it.

... I know, right?

Boring.

So, be happy with your wrinkles and frosty hair. They aren't going away. And luckily, you haven't either.