31...
I am thirty-one years old today. Feels just like twenty-nine. Why is it that the "milestone" birthdays (16, 21, 25, 30 for me) seem to FEEL different?
At sixteen I got my drivers license: perceived new-found freedom.
At twenty-one I could legally drink and purchase alchol: no more worrying if I'd ever get caught illegally consuming or purchasing alchol...FREEDOM!
At twenty-five I was alive and well. My dad's older sister died when she was 25 from liver disease (cirrhosis? cancer?) and I had it in my head that it was in the cards for me too. When that birthday passed, I felt free from the worry: FREEDOM.
When thirty rolled around, I felt a twinge of "old" coming on, but only for a second. That birthday was marked with a feeling of accomplishment really. You know those mental lists we all make growing up? "At 25 I'll be married to a ________ (insert your professional of choice here)." "At thirty I'll have X number of children whose name will be X, Y and Z." Well, at thirty I couldn't remember many of the things from my list (my dad calls this some-heimers) but I knew that I was happy with the way my life had turned out so far. I knew that I was so very fortunate. With that knowledge in hand, "old" wasn't so important.
Today, at thirty-one, I am still happy. Still very fortunate. Looking forward to a year full of new projects, more inspiration, less disorganization, more creativity, less procrastination.
Now I must go wake up little boys, get them fed, bathed, dressed and out the door. Today is also Logan's FIRST first day back to school. Fun times, people, fun times.
At sixteen I got my drivers license: perceived new-found freedom.
At twenty-one I could legally drink and purchase alchol: no more worrying if I'd ever get caught illegally consuming or purchasing alchol...FREEDOM!
At twenty-five I was alive and well. My dad's older sister died when she was 25 from liver disease (cirrhosis? cancer?) and I had it in my head that it was in the cards for me too. When that birthday passed, I felt free from the worry: FREEDOM.
When thirty rolled around, I felt a twinge of "old" coming on, but only for a second. That birthday was marked with a feeling of accomplishment really. You know those mental lists we all make growing up? "At 25 I'll be married to a ________ (insert your professional of choice here)." "At thirty I'll have X number of children whose name will be X, Y and Z." Well, at thirty I couldn't remember many of the things from my list (my dad calls this some-heimers) but I knew that I was happy with the way my life had turned out so far. I knew that I was so very fortunate. With that knowledge in hand, "old" wasn't so important.
Today, at thirty-one, I am still happy. Still very fortunate. Looking forward to a year full of new projects, more inspiration, less disorganization, more creativity, less procrastination.
Now I must go wake up little boys, get them fed, bathed, dressed and out the door. Today is also Logan's FIRST first day back to school. Fun times, people, fun times.
posted by Amy at 4:40 AM
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