I walked in my condo the other day and found my mom had left me a note.
Met your neighbor Sherry—last unit in your building. She’s 45, very friendly and said for you to stop by anytime and introduce yourself or she’s around if you ever need anything.
Swear to God, my knee-jerk thought was, “Who is this sad, older woman my mom is trying to have me be friends with?” Then it hit me.
This sad older woman is one year older than me.
I had to laugh. Perspective is a scary thing.