I don’t usually feel bad about aging. It’s a normal part of life, and I think you can age gracefully if you embrace the process. Heck, why am I even talking about this… I turned 36 today. I’m not that old. I don’t need to think about being old. Or worry about it.
Or should I?
I received an email yesterday that gave me a sour taste.
Some company I have never dealt with apparently bought my information somewhere, and decided to send me a birthday email. How thoughtful of them. Except the content was a bit off.
My birthday present from them was a heavily discounted senior’s travel discount card…
I don’t know where this lame company bought my information, and what they paid for it, but it’s clear that they missed some essential information. Like being 30 years too early. I do like traveling, so at least they got that right.
Senior discount card. Pffff. I was almost hesitant to write back to them, but who would read it anyway? Better vent on the blog. Why not.
An Aperol Spritz on a mountain on the Italian Slovenian border – with views all the way to the Mediterranean – cleared away the sour taste, and I remembered life is good, even when the back aches a little more each year…