Forty-five

I turned that 16 minutes ago. 

Recently, I told someone that when Bill Clinton was running for president, Hillary recounted how she’d read a reference to her as a “middle aged woman” and how that term applied to her was both surprising and a revelatory. 

While I haven’t heard the term applied to me, I know it could be.  And I don’t like it.  The thing is, those who would apply that tag to me don’t know that I’m still 30–just in a not-thirty body. 

Whew.  Forty five.