I don’t know exactly when it happened. There wasn’t a meeting, no warning email, no official announcement. But somewhere along the way… I’ve officially reached that age.
You know the one.
The age where you walk into a room and forget why you’re there. Where your back goes out… but you didn’t do anything. Where you make a noise every time you sit down like you just finished running a marathon.
And the worst part? Kids don’t help.
I used to be fun. I used to do things like trampoline parks, late nights, spontaneous plans. Now? My kids ask me to jump on a trampoline and my first thought isn’t “fun,” it’s “how quickly would I need to sit down after?”
Immediately. The answer is immediately.
Even my hobbies have changed. I used to be able to sit and focus on things forever. Now I pick something up and five minutes later I’m like, “This feels like a lot of commitment.”
Something that I do think is absolutely hilarious, but I am all for … cancelling plans? Elite behavior. Absolutely top tier.
So yeah, maybe I can’t do everything I used to. Maybe my idea of a wild night has changed dramatically.
But honestly?
I’m okay with this version of me.
Even if I do need a minute after standing up.
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