My 35th birthday. It's just around the corner. Less than a week away. It was hip and fashionable to be 31 and 32. 33 and 34 were a little depressing, and 35 is just going to beat me upside the head and leave me bleeding in a ditch on the outskirts of madness.
I don't *feel* old, and I certainly like to think I don't *look* old. Generally speaking I don't *act* old (except that I have to go to bed around 8-9pm on account of having to be at work at 6am lately). So how come a number can assign that attribute to me?
I started taking a Glucosamine/Chondroitin supplement a couple of weeks ago, at the suggestion of a co-worker who had listened to me complain about the soreness in my hands and knees. It has helped wonders, but everytime I take it I think "old....old..." I was also pleased to see the reduction of fine lines in my face when I used some sampling of anti-wrinkle cream that mom had recieved from Lancome. I have wrinkles! I have wrinkle cream! What's the world coming to???
At least I have a sporty yellow Xterra and the ablility to wear my hair in pigtails. I listen to relatively cool music and my best friend at work is 23 years old. That's gotta count for something!
3 comments:
Time is a scary thing...it has the ability to make us "feel" things that we aren't. It seems like it is always running out while at the same time there is never enough of it.
I turned the infamous 35 in December. It hurt. I feel for ya!! For me, it's the (un)reality of being only five years away from 40. That scares the do-do out of me!! But do try to have a wonderful birthday anyway Kerri!
35. Young. Really the prime of life. Still got loads of energy, still looking good. In fact looking better than ever, and possibly better than one will at some point in the not-too-distant future.
I'd like to be 35 again. That would be great! I hope you're starting to enjoy it, a couple of weeks into the year.
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