I am pondering - why?
For example, why am I, today, in my late 30s? This does not seem fair to me. I remember being much younger and more active, able to stay up later, able to do more. And I could have sworn it was recently. And yet, suddenly, I find myself 36 years old, with no idea of how I got there. I will not take well to 40; I can see it now.
This aging issue is, of course, somewhat eased by the fact that I still periodically get ID'd - usually at the Fringe beer tents. Silliness, I say - I may not look 36, but I certainly do not look 17 either. Still, it is flattering when it happens. It is rarer and rarer these days, mind you. Sigh! I have always looked younger than my years. I remember when being told that I look younger than my years was insulting; how perspectives change.
In any event, having another birthday is far better than any other option that I can see. But nonetheless, I am not particularly impressed with aging.
I refuse to age gracefully! And to that end, I have decided that, from this point forward, I will age in reverse. Next year, I look forward to turning 35. Again.