Even though there is a 10 year difference between 29 and 39
I still feel like I should be part of the latter. When I hit 30 I couldn’t
believe I was actually THIRTY, it sounded ancient.
I was so naïve.
I will always feel like I’m in my late 20’s energy-wise. I
don’t think I look 39 but then again, what the hell does 39 look like. We are
all of different genetics and lifestyles so who can predict what an appearance
should be at a particular age?
I’m cool. Cool doesn’t age.
I will always be a sucker a new pair of shoes, never slow to
adorning the hottest trends to rock the runway. I’m a fashion magnet. Your body is
your temple right? So we should decorate it and give it the respect it
deserves. Whether that comes in the form of healthy food for our bones or 5" heels for our toes.
I feel perpetually youthful. I don’t feel 39. Not that 39 is
old, it just feels uncertain. Not solid. Teetering. Tip toeing up to some sort of last hurrah but peeking back over the shoulder of nostalgia.
But 39 it is and I shall own it like I own everything else
in life beyond my control. Throwing my hands up, head tilted to the side, wide
eyed and optimistic. It is what it is so lets roll with it.
That being said, this is not a whiny blog, nor is it an I
can’t beeee-lieeeeeve I’m so oooooold blog. No no no. This is just me, up at 6 a.m. on my birthday,
sipping coffee from my new BUNN coffee pot (b-day gift #1 from my
mother-in-law) awaiting my flood of birthday wishes to wash over me via
facebook and enjoying the gloomy after-affects of last nights storm. 39 came in
with bang guys, lightning, thunder, the works. Or perhaps 38 wouldn’t leave
without a fight? Hung on to every tree branch with both fists until the wind
finally beat the hell out of it and left a tattered mess of tipped over lawn
chairs and flowers without petals. Either way, my hands are up, head
tilted…owning it optimistically. 39. So far so good.
What is this blog about? Is there a point? Does there have
to be a point to a blog? There isn’t a point to age either so goes the cliché
that “age is just a number.” Do we keep track just so we have something legit
to carve onto a headstone? Is old age a goal? I always felt the wisdom one gains on their life journey held more adoration than “so and so is now 103
years old…” Well, what have they learned? What did they offer to the world?
Those are the things that matter. Not the birthdays you tally up but the
lessons you’ve learned along the way. I could blog about the top lessons I
learned in the past year but it’s been a “record year” for me and this blog
would be a novel in no time.
Instead why don’t I just sit back and be thankful the day is
mine to do with what I please. It’s the most relaxed I’ve felt in a very long
time. I am comfortable. I have made some big changes during my 38th
year of life that will alter my future in a way where the age 39 is almost
guaranteed to be my most memorable age to date. It’s all uphill from here. This
I know for sure.
So here I am. 39 and feeling fine. Isn’t there some song
about “put your hands in the air and wave ‘em like ya just don’t care….”
That’s where I’m at. With rings on my fingers and bells on
my toes. Where she goes….no one knows.
I'm 39 and feelin' fine. This is my year and now is my time.
