Sign of the Times

I have laugh lines around my mouth.

Staying up past 10pm is painful.

My mom and I have actual conversations.

Rent has become a dirty 4-letter word.

Most of my friends are married.

Some have kids.

A few have more than one.

My knees hurt through the first 1/2 mile of every run.

I found my first gray hair.

I've started using eye cream.

Staying in on a Friday night seems to be the better option.





I'm finally comfortable in my own skin.