I turned 37 this year. Ouch.
I’m still single and there are several goals I thought I would have accomplished by now. Sometimes aging is depressing.
Our culture is pretty good at enforcing a negative opinion of aging. At every birthday we hear people grumbling about how old they are. They wish for the good ol’ days, or remember how earlier years were their best ones. And I know that women sometimes deal with this even more strongly if they want to have children and are approaching the later childbearing years.