Feeling OK with Feeling Old

Sometimes my blog title's end up looking like they could be the header to something really long and insightful. There is a lot that could be said about the signs of not being a teen anymore and how you are accepting of them or not.

Tonight, however, I am merely commenting on my early bed time. I remember when I was allowed to finally stay up after 9 pm, and then 10 pm, and then I didn't have a bed time. Years later, I find myself on the downward slope of that bell curve. No longer am I excited by the notion of a late night (at least not during the week). Instead, the idea of a late night is upsetting and exhausting to even think about.

Gone are the days of going out during the week, putting up with being a bit groggy at work, extended periods off, etc. Instead, at 22 (nearing 23) I find myself climbing in bed at 9:30 just to ensure that I don't feel like crawling back into bed, or under my desk, tomorrow afternoon.

(I have recently replaced my 22 inch tv with a 32 inch tv. No cables to hook it up to cable with, but with my PS3 connected to Netflix, I haven't seen a reason to. At least not before I finish this show.)