Adulting.

My mom turned 70 last week, and when I spoke to her on her birthday I playfully teased her about being old. She pointed out that she didn't feel old, and asked me what age I felt I was. It turns out we both felt pretty much exactly like we did in our mid-30s. Despite being decades apart in age we both felt roughly he same age. We're both wiser, but we both still have a youthful outlook. Well, youthful-ish.

It's not like I had never made this connection before. I'm self-aware enough to get that. But there was something more concrete about having this conversation with my mom.

I'm getting older. And to a lot of people I'm probably already "old." That's a weird thing to struggle with for someone like me.

Huh.