The last day of my youth
As Renfro so lovingly pointed out to me via text message this morning, tomorrow I will be officially old. The big 2-8. Late twenties. Pushing thirty. O.L.D. I’m pretty sure her teasing me about my age is in the first paragraph of the BFF contract even though she is less than two months younger than me.
I’m not having a party (maybe a pity party!) or even celebrating at all really. Unless your idea of celebrating is spending three days away from my boys working my butt off. I’ve been musing lately about what age it is that you start dreading rather than looking forward to your birthday? For me it was 25. All downhill from 25. And isn’t that sad? Hopefully at 25, I had barely lived a quarter of my life and yet it was all downhill from there? Why is there such a stigma around getting old? If wine, cheese, vintage clothes and cars, and a multitude of other things only get betterwith age – why are people so apprehensive about birthdays?
Anyone want to join my pity party?
April 29th, 2008 at 4:48 am
Nope, cuz I’m still young you know!
April 29th, 2008 at 5:21 am
[...] …To my MUCH OLDER and not so wiser BFF! [...]
April 29th, 2008 at 6:20 pm
So that means that I am officially OLD(er) than both of you… grrr.
Sign me up for botox.
April 30th, 2008 at 2:22 pm
My brother said he minded turning 24 more than 25…I think that’s kinda interesting. My turns not for a while yet!
Happy bday…
Just keep thinking youthful thoughts! That’s what matters, “feeling young.”
Darren’s turning 40 pretty soon–now that’s old!