30’s up

37 years I am. Yes. 37. When I think about my age it doesn’t fit my behaviour. I think my real age is 27 or 21? Haha, it doesn’t matter. We can’t stop time anyway. It’s not that I hate to age, but it’s more that my age tells me that I have to grow up? I don’t know. The wrinkles, the hangovers, the responsibilities are getting stronger. (Ok. I hate aging, don’t fuck yourself Willem) The looks are changing. I work harder to stay fit. But you know, the little guy inside me will never leave. I hope he will stay with me all my life because he brings me joy, strength, sparkle and energie. 37 is the new 21?