On a work trip, I had a chance to spent copious amounts of time with myself & it hit me how old I was getting.

There is the physical aspect of it - the feeling tired sooner bit.

But the thing that hits me hardest is how the older i get, the more angsted out I get about taking chances.

I have become cautious.

And it irks me to no end.

Even in this blog.

I am averse now to let it all hang out.

Because I find myself thinking of what the group of blog peeps I have befriended over the years might make of me.

And this sort of caution creeps in to the most inane of things.

I ran into a potential work friend at Costco today.

I am so into her. She has all the attributes that would make an awesome work buddy. She is vivacious, would so fit into a secret group I am creating at work.

And the most qualifying things - she travels for work too & has bum ovaries. Ha!

So if we ever run out of stuff to talk about, we have two topics to fall back on :)

Anyhoo, we both did the HEY YOU thing and then simultaneously went into explanation mode:

She was there shopping for a 'Beer & Diapers' party her husband was going to

I was there shopping for a tailgating thing we are going to.

And then we both stepped back, grinned, and launched into other stuff and hugged each other good bye and joined the spouses.

Several things:

1. Obviously, neither of us wanted to be thought of as a Costco shopper. At a very base level, it makes me feel suburban & slightly un-well off.
2. I am werided out that I am that shallow & that I have all these hang ups.
3. So when we were unloading our 'NON-TAILGATING' items into the car, I decided I'd live my life with a little more dignified honesty & not as if I was cautiously trying to hold on to some faux-Kept-up-with-Joneses crown.

Ok, enough of that, here's a little video that made me smile:

Oh India, you still do so cling to me