I'm getting older.
Not old, just older.
I can't go as much as I used to. I can do as much as I used to. I can't survive off 5 hours of sleep like I used to. Oh the college years! I seemed to have endless amounts of energy and sharpness no matter what. (Remember those all-nighters we pulled studying? Ya. And I didn't even need/like coffee at the time.)
In 4 years I'll be 30. Wow. That sounds pretty old to me. Four years ago I got married. Four years is not that long.
I'm tryin' to keep up with the times but I'm laggin' behind... barely catching up when I can. I only know what's in style because I ask my youth group members if things are cool or not. I watch what my sister-in-laws wear. Skinny jeans are in? Okay. Scarves are in? Lots of scarves? Okay. Braids are in? Okay.
Don't get me wrong- I like my own style and proudly don't go with the current if I don't want to. But I used to just be the current... now I'm in this weird in-between stage of young/old.
But that's okay. I'm ok being me. I like aging, it's just I have to get used to what aging brings.
P.S. (Let's not even talk about that pre-baby body. Looooooong gone.)