32 Thoughts From a 32-Year-Old

This is the first year I forgot how old I was. Like really forgot and had to do the math, several times, as recently as yesterday morning.

I’m not saying I’m old. That would be a lame joke. It’s just that this is the first year where my age really didn’t matter at all. Because once you have kids, nobody asks anymore. They want to know how old they are. You’re just a firmly established adult now, which after…