Am I Getting Too Old For This?
I know, I know - 29 isn't old. Believe me, no matter how much I bitch and moan about it, I realize that I'm still on the young side.
I've said before that I don't plan on being old till I'm dead, and I firmly believe that.
But I've started to wonder, am I getting too old for certain things?
Things like sleepovers, and pigtails, and drinking pretend wine (sparkling apple juice) from a real wine glass...those sorts of things.
Am I now one of those people that people will look at now and say "She's too old to be wearing a skirt that short!" or "I can see her bra strap peeking out from under her shirt, I thought it was only 16 year-olds that did that..."
I've been talking this over with a couple people, and I honestly don't know.
But the one thing that I'm wondering about - the one thing that will break my heart to have to give up because I'm "too old" - is the flowers I wear tucked behind my ears in the summer.
I don't do it every day, but I adore wearing them. It makes me feel summery, and flirty, and youthful and happy. The idea of being too old to do it genuinely makes me sad, but I wonder if it makes me look ridiculous.
But really, being the person that I am, and never really caring much for what other people might think is ridiculous about me, I guess I don't really care.
Yeah, you know what? As I've sat here reading this over, I really don't care! Flowers are me and they make me happy, so I'm wearing them. And that is that.