I love those moments when I’m like oh huh yep this is an indication I am an old.
The most recent example? I’m getting my shit together for a Florida trip in August and in previous years that would be some new swimsuits, etc. Ohh I wanted something cute to walk around in and feel all vacation-ey in. In the last few years, I’ve transitioned from “eh I put sunblock on this morning, I’m fine.” or “eh I’m just going to be out for a little bit, I’m not going to bother with putting sunblock on anything besides my face.” to “oh hang on I need to spray down with the coral-reef safe stuff and wait 20 minutes for it to set before I get outside.”
This year? Fuck it, time to order the UPF 50 long pants and capris and summer-weight UPF jacket/shirts because ugh I don’t need the sun damage on my skin and I don’t want to be obsessively applying sunblock.
Anything recently happen that made you feel very mature? Well-seasoned? Aged like fine wine or liquor?