I’m 36. I’m ok with that. Age is just a number really. You’re as old as you feel and all that.
I spent most of my late teens and early twenties either drunk or with a hangover, so I’ve generally felt healthier since I arrived in my late twenties. I’m not exactly a changed man, I still drink, I’m mildly bleary eyed as I write this, following a few post work beers with my colleagues, but I don’t quite hit the excesses of my youth anymore.
I’ve also been in a relationship with my other half for nine years and even though we probably argue several times a day, we make each other happy. Well she makes me happy anyway. Continue reading Je Me Fous Du Passé