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Am I There Yet?

At what point can I label myself “middle aged”?

I’m five years off forty. Tomorrow. At 736PM.

Am I there yet?

Why does reading “middle aged” make me feel so blah?

What’s wrong with reaching another milestone in my life?

Birthdays pass and the only thing that changes is the tick-box category you check off.

I think I move up a tick-box notch tomorrow.

What’s wrong with getting older?

Why are people so afraid?

In my mind, I’m still 18.

I don’t feel like giving my kids a middle-aged Mum.

I’m giving my kids a reliable, responsible, fun-loving, hug-giving friend.

Middle-aged Mum is not for me. No thanks.

I’ll just stick with “Mum” for now.

 

 

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