Day before yesterday was my 41st birthday. Let's talk about that for a bit.
When the hell did I turn into an adult?!?! I honestly don't feel like one most of the time. Most of the time I feel like I'm around 16 or 17 years old. Yeah, I have the usual adult bills to pay, and many extra ones from the hubby's illness over the past couple years, and you'd think that with that responsibility I'd feel all that ADULT weight on my shoulders. Well, I don't.
OK, so I do look in the mirror and notice a few extra lines here and there around the eyes. And yes, the gray hairs are starting to multiply at a rate that can only be called hyperspeed. Oh, and I sometimes actually see my mom looking back at me even. (Was always told I looked like her, but this is getting ridiculous.) But, I still can't wrap my mind around the idea that I am 41 years old. That's supposed to be like middle-age or something, right? Well,I certainly don't feel like my life is half over. NO WAY! NO HOW! I still have a whole lot of things to do. For example...
...I want to see Mount Rushmore...
...and that's just a few of the things I want to do.
I have a friend who is fond of lists. I've started following her lead and making some lists myself, trying to get organized and not really succeeding. I don't like the idea of a "bucket list" because that makes it sound like something that I HAVE to do before I die. I don't care if I don't complete my list before my time in this life is done. The dreaming and trying is half the fun.
So, I mark my 41st birthday, not feeling anywhere near that age, by counting not candles...no way am I EVER going to count candles. Instead I like to count the laughs I've had over the past 41 years. It's been a rough road in some spots, but there has always been time for a laugh or two with my friends. That's all that matters.
Oh, and chocolate. CHOCOLATE MATTERS!!!
1 comment:
Looking back from 67, I have to say tat you're just getting started. It's weird -- getting older, grayer, creakier -- and still feeling like it's still the same YOU inside. (Who is this old woman in my mirror anyway?)
Happy Birthday, Susan! It's all (well, mostly) good!
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