I am not a sneak-around, tell-no-one, pretend-I-am-still-30, woman. I’m a celebrate-with-a-bra-on-my-head and remind-everyone-for-a-week-that-I-will-be-34-years-of-awesome kind of person. I love my birthday and it’s today!
I may not love every gray hair on the top of my head, but those suckers got me to go blue, yellow, purple and red.
I may not love my body’s desire to give into gravity whether it’s the stomach shelf my babies gave me and my unending exhaustion, but all those pregnancy hormones made me more flexible so I can dance like nobody’s business.
For everything I loved about my youth, I also left behind the never-ending struggle to fit in and a terrifying fear of being alone. Today, I know who I am, how I want to treat others, and I’d give my left pinkie toe to be alone more often.
Growing older is more than relief, it’s freedom. I can own 4 cats, move to another state, stay up late, eat ice cream for lunch, have strong opinions and I do!
34 is going to be awesome. I have family, friends, faith and fun (and some other f’s but let’s not get too awkward here). Plus, if my 34th year sucks, I finally understand know how fast time goes and nothing is hard forever.
In the end, growing up and growing old has meant growing happy.
Here’s to 34 years of awesome.
And days of birthday cake.