Having a Senior Moment

Has anyone had 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 in to 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 comprise 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!