...is my birthday. The sun has swung 'round the sun yet another time, and I'm now indisputably middle-aged according to the chronometer.
How can this be?
No, no, really I'm about 34.
My career's still in its early years.
Psychologically, I'm just gearing up for the full brunt of adulthood.
Financially, I'm more like 24.
Intellectually, I have the enthusiasm if not the fresh synapses of a college student.
Physically, well, having not had any children, my body hasn't had the wear and tear of many other women my age. I'm routinely taken for ten years younger. Although the knees (car accident) and the creaky back make the passage of time more plausible.
I suppose the good news is that my meditation regime kept me from doing drugs. But what the hell was the chemistry experiment with the apple cider?
There is the ongoing mystery of what makes a person attractive. I continue to be interested in this question, not so much in a personal or sexual way, as in the elusive quality that we call "charisma."
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