Having a senior moment

Anyone have that moment when it suddenly hits them that they are as old as they fear they might be? Well, I had that moment earlier today.

I was walking down the hallway, back to the living room to continue with my monumental task for the day: Organizing the bookcases.

When for some unknown reason it dawned on me that I am 35. Practically hurtling through time and space to 36…wait, that means there’s only four good years then I am officially 40?! I am positively ancient! Oh no! 

Yes. That was my moment.

Did I give into the inclination to throw myself onto the sofa and weep in despair then thoroughly drown my sorrow with the remaining half a gallon of Limited Edition Pumpkin Pie flavored ice cream sitting in the freezer? No.

Well, it wasn’t by choice, the sofa was covered in books waiting their turn to be placed somewhere on one of twenty-eight shelves that comprises my wall to wall Billy bookcases that have been with me in four different houses in the last eight years.

So had the sofa been clear of obstructions, chances are good I would have later been having a regretful moment where I would have lamented wasting the afternoon crying instead of being thoroughly productive. 

Note to self– four hours is apparently not enough time to organize 1000+ books…

Note to self #2– did not know I had 1000+ books till just now… yikes!