So I turned 37 a few days ago. And really, I don't mind saying my age or the fact that I'm inching closer to 40. After all, I have my three boys. A comfortable home large enough to have friends and family over. A job that I don't dread going to...in fact, I honestly like doing. I'm relatively healthy. I have my degree. I have my hobbies like baking
(and look at this darling cake stand Nate gave me for my birthday. Thanks Reba for the yummy Junior Mint cupcake recipe!)
Of course, there are always things that I can work on and things I would still like to accomplish but in general I am content. I am happy.This is where I'm guessing things don't coordinate. I've seen women all my life dread their birthdays and mourn the end of another year. I guess I'm happy so I don't feel this way. I guess I don't feel my age? What is 37 supposed to feel like anyway? Maybe even I forget "how old" I really am sometimes. Maybe I forget that I'm not as cool as I used to be...I've aged out of some serious coolness.
I guess I go along in life and forget that I am 36, now 37 and then something happens and I am suddenly jolted back to reality that I'm not in my twenties anymore. Like just the other day when I was reading my nephew's letter who is serving an LDS mission to NYC. In his letter, he wrote how his recent transfer brought a new apartment and he described it as "sick...it even has a balcony". Sick? I mean I deduced that it meant cool, because how could a balcony not be considered cool? But I had to ask some of my younger-cooler coworkers if in fact "sick" meant cool.
Then there was the time that I was lining my niece up with one of the interns at work. When I suggested a double date he got the most horrified look on his face...like how could this old lady even think she could double with someone as young and cool as me? Or how about the time when I was looking at sunglasses at a jewelry store and the clerk asked me if I was looking for 'older' sunglasses? What? Like older as in older merchandise, so they are on sale...because I'm so old that I can't pay fresh, young retail price? Or just plain older, because, lady, you are old.
I'm going to still believe I am sick. This 37-year old still has some cool left.
6 comments:
Mmm those cupcakes were delicious!
I am right there with you, I don't care if people see an old lady rockin to the radio, in my heart I'm still 23!
Even at the ripe old age (oops... did I just say old?) of 37, you still make me laugh! Glad you put that yummy recipe to good use.
I, too, had to ask for clarification of what "sick" meant. I mean, "sick" just connotes throwing up, to me. At least when you hear "cool" you think of something light/breezy, go with the flow type thing. "Sick"...now that's just a wrong word.
You make me laugh! Happy late Birthday!!!
Happy Birthday! Those cupcakes look yummy!!!
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