An Ageing Perspective

Technically I'm just one day older today than I was yesterday. In fact, just 12 hours ago I was quite happily carrying on through life as a 26 year old. So why does this feel so different!?

Somewhere in the incredible complicity of my human brain something made me wake up this morning and think "right, 27, that's waaaay different to the 26 you've been used to." Or maybe that seven hours sleep I had was what I needed to up a level of maturity, or the thought that 'late twenties' suddenly changes some of your outlooks.

The last time I had this feeling was when I turned 20. It scared the poo out of me to think I was entering my twenties knowing that this was the decade that many important things happen in... weddings, careers families etc. But now at the grand old age of 27 I sit with a measured assurance that I'm doing ok - great wife, cracking new job and a God looking out for me. So what if I feel a touch older than I did yesterday, I like the big two-seven anyways...