Well today is my birthday (33rd for those of you keeping track). Wait, 33 is the new 23 right? Right?
Ah whatever … it’s just a number, but I have to say I was a bit annoyed with the observation C made this morning. When he arrived home from work, he greeted me in bed with a tray containing some mini-cinnamon buns, mini blueberry biscuits, and a Chai Latte, a nice card, plus a couple of poinsettias. Yum! Well not yum about the plants. I think those things are actually poisonous… festive, yet poisonous.
So I gobbled up my sweet treats while we chatted for a bit. He then made the quip “You’re almost to your mid-thirties now!” Great. Thanks for pointing that out! I mean putting it that way really makes it sound ancient. The strange thing, though, is I feel exactly the same as I did when I was 19 years old. Well, maybe not exactly. I think now I feel a lot more confident and happy than I did then, but other than that…not really much different in the way I feel. Or act for that matter…
I wonder if it will always be like this – feeling the same way no matter what age I am. I explicitly remember when I was in high school thinking how much different I’d be “when I got older.” Embarrassingly, one of the specific differences I had assumed was that I’d know how to style my hair when I “got older” (which clearly hasn’t happened), but stuff like that. Trivial things, but I had all these thoughts.
I still think I’ll somehow “be different” later on, like in 10 or 20 years. Not sure in what regard though, it’s just sort of a vague assumption. Why I make this assumption, I don’t know because obviously it was wrong before!
