I was out on a run tonight and felt absolutely wonderful until I was about 75 yards from my house and a little piece of me died.
On the way out I passed by a neighbor's house. She was having some people over and they were having fun, which reminded me of all the times I've sat on a friend's back porch/patio on a summer night, with no worries about the consequences of staying up too late.
So I was smiling and reminiscing on my jaunt, missing some dear friends who have moved away, and it was good.
But then I passed by again on the way back and, in the midst of their sweet and laughing conversation, someone loudly said "oh she's older, like in her 30's".
What!??!?!? WHAT??!?!?!
I wanted to stop running, curl up in the fetal position, and cry. Because folks, I no longer have the luxury of being in that "older" age group and do not want to know how my current decade would be described.
Sigh.
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Thing is, they were probably talking about you. . . since you seem so YOUNG. Right? Does that work? Feel better?
From: your fellow fetal-positioned friend.
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