Birthdays have always been like water rolling off a duck's back to me.
No big thing... turning another year older.
(In fact, most years I celebrated the passing of the previous year.)
30? Ha! I laughed in 30's face! Who cared that the first number was a 3 instead of a 2?
(I had had my 2 babies before I was 30 just like I had wanted. )
Each year since, I have found a reason why this year's age was better than the last...I say I didn't come into my own until I was in my 30's.
But here I am at 35... I have never not wanted to turn an age as much as I don't want to turn 35.
I know it is just a frame of mind, but this 35 year old doesn't have anyone (a significant other) to spend her birthday with... and I guess I always thought that it was okay that I was left by my husband at 32 because by the time I hit that dreaded 35, I would be with someone new and we would live happily ever after.
Okay... I'm not sure about the happily ever after part... but I thought for sure I would be with someone.
Not that I need someone to make me happy... but on that one day out of the whole year that is yours...I just wish I had someone to spoil me...
Thankfully, I have aunts who must have known that I would be taking myself out for dinner this year...
(yes, I still love getting cards and "presents" for my birthday! :)
So here I am... Rolling over the crest of that 30 hill and trying with all my might to take on this philosophy:“The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune.”
Yes, 35 is hard. Cause you are that much closer to 40. but let me just tell you when you hit 39, it is horrible!!!!!
ReplyDeletethat was the worst year for me. I dreaded turning 40. Cause somehow that ment I was really freakin OLD.
at 41 I am much better, but 42 is just around the corner.
I guess what I am trying to say is, live in the moment. Dont think about the #. Your only as old as you feel.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
May all your wishes come true.
Happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteI had a huge problem with 30. More with my personal situation at the time than with the actual number. 35 was a breeze. 40 was awesome, so was 45. Next month I'll be 46 and the first time that I've spent a birthday alone in more than 20 years. Ugh. I'm going to make the most of it though. Thank God for friends and family!