One of punk’s founding fathers has basically turned into the typical grandfather.
Everything ends up working out just fine.
3. Birth a child.
I turned thirty-eight earlier this year. If I’d asked myself during my early twenties whether that would make me old, my answer would have been an unabashed “yes.”
My Mum is getting old. I’m not going to have her for the rest of my life. One day I’ll have to plan her funeral.
Every time I leave, I’m afraid it will be the last time I see you.
There are two processes to aging.
So this week I read a (literal) sob-story on Huffington Post by a brave woman named Robin Korth who, at 59 years old, has just discovered that she’s not a 22 year old hot piece of ass.
We are no younger than we were yesterday.
As a teenager, I had a clear image of being a mom by 27.