I’ve noticed that with each grey hair, people take me more seriously. And for the first time ever, I have felt that my age really does give me some advantage. I am not talking about people giving up their seat for me on the tram or the bus – that would be alarming – but the first symptoms have started to appear.
Just yesterday, when I was saying more
For the first time ever I’m putting off, in my mind – because, unfortunately, I can’t in real life – my birthday. This isn’t my style at all (at least so it seems to me). Usually I arrange everything as soon as possible, not leaving anything for the last minute, because otherwise I’d have to think about it all the time and it wouldn’t give me any peace.
But maybe after 40 that’s just how it works? Because there’s not much time left. That’s the kind of black thought I have now. And I think that’s why I’m not able to make basic birthday decisions: how, where and with whom do I want to celebrate? And what presents do I want?
