The older I get the more I worry.
About the future. The present. And oh god, the past.
The older I get the more possessive I become.
Of friends. Of secrets. Of him. Of her.
The older I get the easier it becomes for me to cry.
Not weep, not howl. But a tiny tear that slips in. To shock you, ground you.
The older I get the less cool hangovers are.
Can't brag. Can only pop pills. (Work night jäger bombs never looked less fun.)
The older I get the more importance I give to money.
Not to spend. Never to splurge. Only to save. Not sure for whom.
The older I get the wiser I get.
Not about careers, or life. Only about relationships, the ones that matter.
The older I get the more I value touch.
His touch. Mom's touch. Keeping in touch.
The older I get the mellower I get.
Doors and phones I slam no more. PDA queen I am no more.
The older I get the more I'd like to visit a temple.
Not for Mom. Not for Mom-in-law. Only, for me.
The older I get the more I care for my health.
Still silly enough for 'extra cheese', but smart enough to avoid Diet Coke.
The older I get the more adventurous I become.
'Next time' won't always be an option. Now, is.
The older I get the more scared I become.
I have much more to lose now, and yet, still so much to gain.
