Well, it’s official: I’m 27. As of a few short minutes ago I entered my mid-late-twenties. It’s been 8 minutes. I feel pretty much the same. Just 27. If I were a rock star, I’d be concerned. That tends to be the age that the really edgy ones buy it. But, much to my dimsay, I am not a rock star. I’m in communications. I don’t believe there’s an age of fatality for PR types. So I’m good. Mortality is in check. Presents have started rolling in (M managed to wait a whole minute after midnight before bringing out the paydirt – Chasmere Mist perfume) and my boss is taking me out for Japanese food at lunch. 27 is looking just dandy to me.
The cool thing about my life is that it gets better every year I age. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to maintain this kind of growth, but I’m going to enjoy it while I’ve got it.
Today’s sing-a-long song: “I Feel Good” by James Brown.
HRH
