Yes, today I turn 46. No, I don’t care if you know how old I am so you don’t have to whisper about it. 🙂
I had a cute post prepared with pictures of me through out my life and all that stuff but I didn’t have the time or energy to finish it. You’ll just have to stay tuned and learn about me in dribs and drabs. I know, its torture,eh?
okay, just ONE cute picture, I was SUCH a snappy dresser:
Instead, I’ll just say a few things about getting older. People always want to know how it feels. Well, I’m not too worked up about it. Sure, the random chin hairs are getting on my nerves and there are ample signs that gravity continues its inexorable pull on all my tissues, but I’m doing ok. I think a person has to ‘own’ their life. Its a total waste of time to wish you were younger, thinner, prettier, smarter, richer, etc. You have to make it happen. I feel ok about aging because I’m always working towards my goals and making improvements in my life.
I didn’t have my kids until I was 38 and 40 respectively. That wears you out but it also helps you stay young. I’m always hanging out with other parents who are 10-15 years younger than me. Nobody really notices. My husband is quite a few years younger than me too. It just doesn’t matter. When you connect with people, age is not an issue.
A lot of people my age talk like their life is half over (or more) and that they’ve got nothing else to work toward. That is really faulty logic. I seriously think the next 30-40 years are going to be incredibly productive, interesting and fun. I’m finally feeling like I’m coming together as a human! I mean, the thought of being younger is kind of appealing, but I’d never want to do it if I had to give up all the things I’ve learned and all the growth I’ve done.