Tomorrow I will turn 32 years old. What an unimportant number. Nothing special happens at 32. It's not a big milestone. There are no surprise parties. It's just a random number on the way to.... wherever.
I don't feel 32. I'm not even really sure what 32 is supposed to feel like? Look like? Meh.
I'm pretty sure I don't look 32 since most people are shocked that I am a teacher, can drive, am allowed in rated R movies...etc. I gather from this I look young? Whatever that's worth. I must say the shock seems to be wearing off slowly. I get carded less at restaurants and the LCBO. Parents don't look as concerned all the time that I have been allowed to teach their children.
And now I have a baby...boy that'll make you grow up fast. Although I must admit that I have always felt like I was one of those people who was/is pretty grown up for their age. Not that I don't enjoy some good imagination or can't have fun with my little ones at school but I can also see the responsibility involved in life without whining about it.
32 years, eh.
That's really all I have to say about that.