On the Wrong Side of 25
At the time of starting this post I am 25 years, 11 months, 27 days, 16 hours and 41 minutes old. Which unfortunately means that in just over seven hours I will be 26 years old. At 7:30am on Friday 25th March 1983 Phil was inflicted upon the world. I am now officially on the wrong side of 25!
I recently read a shocking statistic. Apparently 100% of those who live past 25 will have already turned 26 or will do so within the next year. Or to put it another way that’s a 0% chance of staying in your mid-twenties. That’s right folks, zero, nadda, no hope for anyone! So as I sit here, feeling myself shift from mid to post-mid twenties a sense of nostalgia bestows my aging brow. In not so quite contemplation I muse over my life so far, increasingly aware of the big 30 looming just a stones throw away.
