Is it just me (I’m sure it isn’t just me) or is maturity, the owning of responsibility, directly proportional to aging?  I vividly remember being in my early twenties and not giving a damn about anyone or the future.  I only cared about myself and the here and now.  I remember receiving compliments about looking 5 times younger than I was.  It felt satisfying of course considering that I’m a woman. (God forbid the day should ever come when testosterone should trigger insecurities over age among men.)

So here I am wondering through the lines and bags under the eyes, the faint cellulites and the slightly loose skin in a few body parts if aging is ever really avoidable if you want to get to where you want.  Thinking about the future and the things you want to accomplish brings about a feeling of responsibility over your life.  That’s supposed to be a good thing.  Will the aging signs ever be worth it though? Or was I better off incredulous over the importance of money and the consequences of my actions?