Or at least that’s what I used to think when I was 21, 25, 30.
I remember as recent as 31 thinking, “Yup, I’ll officially be old when I’m the big 3-5.”
But here I am. And I don’t feel old at all. Except when I do. Which isn’t today thankfully because that’s no fun.
Here are a few highlights in pictures from my first day as a 35-year old.