I'm getting old . . .

I'm getting old.  I realized this tonight as I sat in the backseat of my sister's car , yawning with my sister and mother at 9:00PM on a Friday night. How is it possible that I'm so exhausted by Friday evening I'm exhausted by 9:00PM? I remember the "Good Ole Days" when I didn't even get ready to go out until 10Pm on a Friday night. But what was so good about those ole days? What made them so much "better?" When I start to think about it, I really can't think of anything but company. The only thing that comes to mind is just spending time with friends. That's one thing these days seems to get pushed aside. I feel as though my life is work most of the time. When do I really see my friends anymore. I try to spend free time with my family and a few close friends (that are also fam, Woot Woot Jessaress!!) Three nights a week, minimum I'm at work until at least 7:30PM. By the time I drive home and realize I haven't eaten yet, I'm so tired I don't want to do anything but scrounge up some food and plop either on the couch or on my bed. I don't have the energy to make plans or make phone calls to see what other things I could be doing besides relaxing. So, I guess the question raised is this, What defines life? What makes your life? Do I not have a life because I don't go out? Or is it fulfilling because I work so hard during the week and spend the moments that really count with the few that are the most important in my life?