The dreaded 38

So it's now official, I am 38 years old. I have been dreading this number for months now! I almost wished I could skip over 38 and go right to 39, that's how much I dread it. Within the last year or so, I have found that so many people listed in the obituaries have been 38 years old. I don't know about you, but I think 38 is a bit too young to die. I don't know why 38 has been popping up so frequently lately, but it scares me. Obviously, I'm not the picture of perfect health which just adds to my fear. I have a whole anxiety issue with dying as it is, now I just have to pile this one on top of it. It's going to be a looooong year, that is if I make it through.

So here I am, 38 years old, dreading it, fearing it, hoping it's not my time. How's that for a somber note on Monday morning!