“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore? A writing prompt
In six days I turn 33 so this question is quite pertinent. I’m told by my girl that I’m just a big kid and sometimes even introduces me to others as such. Is it because I act like a kid? Maybe.
I like to do things I like and most of those things involve me laughing, playing games and such and just overall having a good time. I’m not a reserved type of person, in fact I’m told I talk to much. Maybe that’s why I write, I have stories to tell.
So, age, I do believe, is simply just a state of mind. I’m pretty sure if I make it the age of 90 I’ll be busy doing the exact same thing, being a big kid.