Today, right this minute, I am out of my twenties. Although, if you’re a stickler, then I have until 8:09 p.m. this evening to officially make that statement. Either way, I am no longer closer to 14 than I am to 40 (although admittedly it’s been a few years since I was).
I wish I was the age I am in that picture above, to be honest; but then again, don’t we all? I dig that Cabbage Patch Kids crown & lavender dress. Plus my hair color was fabulous- and natural! But we can’t go back, only forward. And as much of a gorgeous little thing as I was, I’d hate to have to do all that shit over again. SAT’s, math tests, high school, zits, the awkward stages, learning to tie my shoes, my 11th grade thesis paper, learning to write in script, long division, etc. Eh. Maybe I’ll stay 30. Maybe? As if I was given a choice!
So 30 it is. Three decades gone in the blink of an eye. I’m beginning to understand all that “grown-up” claptrap about “too soon old, too late wise” or “enjoy this now, it’ll be over before you know it” or “this is the best time of your life, but you won’t realize it until it’s too late.” Life really does fly by.
It’s a somber birthday for me this year. But any birthday you’re here to have is a good one, right? I’m thankful for that, for Jay, and my family, and my friends, and my pets, and all my blog readers/followers… I love you all. And no matter how sad I am or hard I have it I know there are a lot who have it worse. So no more pity party. Not today, anyway.
Happy birthday to me.