2009 getting older

I just read a blog somewhere and the author said that she was getting old. She was turning 22. Oh my goodness! 22! I would kill to be 22 once again. But then again someone in their 40s would think I am young. Age is so relative. Once upon a time, I'd never imagine I would languishing in my mid 30s - single and grumpy. I'd imagine myself being a father of a 10 year old kid by now - teaching my son his school work and telling him exciting bedtime stories. I'd imagine myself turning into this spiritual giant - tirelessly extending love and concern to all who needed them. Oh...the ideals of my youth. But isn't age just a number. Does it have to limit our abilities or ideals? I don't know what I am rambling about today.