37 is... old.

today i was talking with a friend.  right now, i can't remember exactly what we were talking about but for some reason "in 3 years" was brought up.  then...it hit me.  in 3 years i'll be turning 37.   

37 years old. 

wtf!?

thirty-seven years old.

uh, that seems old.  very old.  i'm 33 (will be 34 this year).  33 is young!  turning 34?.. still okay.  but to think, in 3 years i'll be saying "oh, i'll be 37"  makes me feel a little anxious.

a lot anxious.

growing up, i always said 30 was old.  until, i hit thirty and never felt old.  just the other day, in the ER with grannie, the nurse was surprised when i said i was 33.  "whaaaat?  you don't look any older than 29!!"  she said.  really?  i wanted to kiss and hug her.  she was younger than i am, and for her to think i look younger made my day.  

age has never been a big deal to me.  i never had the 30 year old birthday breakdown.  it was no biggie.  i never imagined i'd feel age ever meant anything to me.  and, really.. in 3 years, probably it won't.

but today, July 14, 2011.. turning 37 has me freaking out.  

although, i'm not entirely sure why.