I had a ball in my twenties. I was adventure-seeking, fun, and lived by the motto, YOLO.  I was always down for a good party. On Fridays evenings, I'd come home from work around 6, take a 3 hour nap, and call a friend 9pm to decide where to go. By 11pm, I'd dressed in… Continue reading When 32 Feels Like The New 62 and Other Ways I Know I’m Getting “Old”