For a few years now, I’ve been eagerly denying the idea that I am going to get older. I know it will happen eventually, but in my head, I’m the same person who I was when I was 18 years old and going off to college. I try to imagine that nothing but my experiences have changed, but this week woke me up to a whole new world of reality, and I have to say, I think the aging process in sneaking up on me faster than I thought.

I know I’m still early on the journey, but the first sign of my trek up the hill came just a few days ago. New Year’s Eve was a big test on the age scale, and we failed. On Monday, my husband and I contemplated the many options of things that we could do for New Year’s Eve. There are always the obvious choices – parties, clubs or anything that involves a lot of champagne and a drunken New Year’s countdown.