sherbert day

When do we stop throwing birthday parties for ourselves?

At what point do we stop getting excited about being a year older?

I am turning 40 tomorrow.

Not too old, not too young – juuuuuuuuust right.

In some ways I am definitely feeling older:

  • This year the warranty on some of my parts must have expired, because I hear snaps, crackles and pops in various places every morning before I grab a bowl of cereal.
  • A rogue soul patch has emerged on a small section under my chin….hair that just won’t die.  It’s military grade.  Bald men could extract and study those little hairs for their ability to regrow with amazing thickness and speed.
  • I am still resistant to install the newest iOS system because I am fine with how things were.  It is a slippery slope.  I am THIS CLOSE from saying “Well back in MY day….”
  • Having a job with a pension is suddenly very, very appealing.
  • People have stopped asking when we are having kids.  They just ask if we have any, and when I say we don’t…..they just go “Oh” and move on to the next subject.  I suppose they imagine little tumbleweeds rolling down my fallopian tubes every month.

And in other ways I still feel young:

  • I love getting floor tickets to concerts, being as close to the stage as possible.  Okay FINE I wear comfy shoes……but that’s just being smart.
  • My friends are still having babies.
  • Seldom am I called “M’am”.  Not NEVER, but SELDOM.  Good enough for me.
  • I don’t open a bottle of wine when I think about my wrinkles.  Yet.
  • I don’t need to tuck my boobs into my belt.  Yet.

Maybe the most important thing is that I need to take my own advice.

Reflect on all I have learned in the past decade and make big plans for the next one.

Be where you are“…. appreciate my current reality.  Let go of past hurts and failures.  Look around and love what I see.

Take in food that is healthy and surround myself with relationships that are healthy.

And then, after doing it for others, look at myself in the mirror and say: