Well...this is it guys. My last night in my 30's. Laying another decade to rest and starting a brand new one with a bigger number. Gah.
with this big birthday of mine like I never thought I would. I think
part of it is (I'm so sorry, mom!) that when my mom was 40, she was a grandma...and the thought of that makes me want to
SHE WAS SO YOUNG!!!! (Look! I said she was young when she was 40...so why do I feel old?!)
was thinking back to a conversation I had with a boy friend when I was
much, much, much younger (I was probably 16ish)...we were discussing my
parents and he said, "Well, you know...she's no spring chicken anymore."
You guys...YOU GUYS...this was well BEFORE I made my mom a grandma at
40. Which means, she was the ripe old age of 37...maybe 38 at the time.
Waaaaaaaaa!!! "No spring chicken." Lord help me. She was just a baby.
aunt told me that "40 is the old age of youth and 50 is the youth of
old age." So...I guess that makes me the old geezer of all you
youngin's?! For some reason, that doesn't make me feel better.
It's just a number, right? I mean, you're only as old as you act or feel or...something?
I need to get a tattoo. Or pierce my nose (rest assured I will NOT
pierce my belly button...I'm afraid it would get lost in the folds of
middle agedness). Maybe that'll make me feel young and carefree
again...or, maybe the fresh mountain air of Colorado will reset my
attitude and I'll come home relaxed, refreshed and ready to kick 40's
Yes...let's go with that.
40, take note. You're about to get your ass kicked!!
See you tomorrow,