I’m growing tired of this charade I’ve been keeping up. It’s causing me anxiety.
Okay, I’m not in my twenties anymore and I’m prepared to embrace this. (I think I had an epiphany on the bicycle or perhaps it was a reaction to the gel.)
I recently celebrated a birthday (!) and I’ve decided that I’m going to turn over a new leaf. Age is just a number…and in my case it is not even a big one. In BINGO years I am still an “N”.
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
… and BINGO was his name-o.