Today I turn 41! Yes, I know. Hard to believe that this youthful beauty is a 40-something! (did I make you choke? Sorry!) It’s a bit of a bittersweet day though, because part of me is celebrating all the fabulous things that are still to come while I’m a bit sad that I can’t share it with my mom.
Deep breathe, I won’t cry…..
Holy Guacamole, I’m 41! And if I had known that at 41 I would have such wonderful and fabulous friends all over the world I might have become 41 much sooner.
My hair is streaked with gray. Each strand a symbol of my maturity (or my fear of getting my hair colored and it turning orange). Each one speaks of a different experience that has shaped my life. Several gray hairs are specifically attributed to missing my mom. And many of them I blame on this blog I’ve had for only 4 months that has stressed me out because I want to be good at this despite my lack of tech knowledge and my deep-set need to write ‘perfectly’. Some are there just to mock me and make me feel old.
I’m starting see wrinkles around my eyes. I attribute it to all the smiles I’ve been able to share over the last 40 years. I blame them on the tears I’ve shed for the sad times I’ve endured. But I love each and every one of them because they make me who I am. (I know, gag!, but I’m trying to age gracefully here. So give me some slack. It is my birthday after all.)
My spandex is being replaced by Spanx, which don’t laugh at me as I reshape my marshmallow-y body. While telling myself that this is nothing compared to the stupid stuff I wore in the 1980s. Although, that Wonderbra? Well, it’s a wonder I ever wore that thing. I’ve heard that Spanx makes a bra called Bra-llelujah. What an awesome name that is! It’s like a choir singing the praises of the girls. And I envision putting one on and little angles and pixies floating around my head telling me how awesome I look! Sounds like a good gift for ‘the girls’ this birthday, doesn’t it?
But this birthday will be a lot different than those of my 30s. And even last year turning the big 4-0. It is during this past year that I’ve come to understand that age really is just a number. Each birthday I’m given the opportunity to decide how that year will be lived. I’m deciding that 41 is the Year of Awesome.
Welcome to the YEAR OF AWESOME!