"I'm not old, I'm 37," no longer applies.
I've tried to sit down and write a post twice this morning, and both times came up with the stupidest, most depressing entry ever. I think it has something to do with the fact that I turned 38 yesterday and I've never struggled with my age before but for some reason I feel closer to death today.
See? Depressing, right? (No! Surely not!)
So I shall instead post three things that have made me happy in the last 24 hours:
1) The Red Sox are going to the AL title series.
2) I had a wonderful birthday, complete with sushi and apple pie and a gift certificate for a THERAPEUTIC MASSAGE HOLY HELL WHAT TIME DO THEY OPEN???
Okay, two things. I really did have the most tremendous birthday, loads to be thankful for, health, a roof, warmth, a family who loves me, sushi and apple pie. It just seems that after all the dust settles and the birthday glow is gone, suddenly I just feel...older. I don't know why, 38 really isn't all that old (despite the fact that my husband's taunting says otherwise. He's two years younger, so that's his job. He does it admirably.) Somehow though, after 35 I started to feel older than my years.
So this year, I vow to not only feel my age, but perhaps even younger. Exercise? Vibrant lifestyle? Drinking like I did in my twenties? I have no idea how. But my promise to you is that 365 days from now, I will not post a 'woe is me I am decrepit' post.
A year after that? I can't make the same promise. I will be 40, after all. (Oh God. I just decided I'm going to try the 'drinking as I did in my twenties' first. I'll let you know how it works out.)
Have a nice day! :)