Getting older is something that hits you out of nowhere . One minute you’re young and fun, staying out and partying all night long and drinking the night away. Next thing you know, your whole body hurts when you wake up, you can feel when it’s going to rain in your knees, and you can hardly make it past 8 PM on a good night of the week.
Ain’t that the truth.
The older we get, the less energy we have, no matter what time we go to bed. I can get into bed at a solid 7 PM but I promise that the next morning when I wake up for work, I’m twice as exhausted as I was before.
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I’ll just stay here for a while.
Everything is all downhill from here, so we have to look on the bright side of the downfalls, even when we actually fall. It may be painful, but if we laugh about our crap, it can only get better…right?
Huge disappointment.
If my body is going to make noises every single time I move a muscle, it might as well make some pretty colors, too. If I was going to glow, I’d want to be pink, because I may be creaky and old, but I’m pretty, too!
Why do we do this?!
Is it just me, or does everyone tend to turn down the music when we’re driving to look for a spot? As if the volume of the music is going to impact the way we see for some strange reason.
