Today I turned 34, and I’m feeling pretty good about it.
Despite having a little more gray hair (I’m still reeling from that white hair in my eyebrow), the wrinkles around my mouth and my eyes, and that pesky chin hair that sprouts up seemingly overnight (like a mushroom! — all stiff and long!), this birthday feels good.
It’s not a milestone birthday like 16, 21 or 30, but this morning over my first cup of coffee as a 34 year old, I thought of a few reasons to relish my day.
My mom. Last weekend my mom asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I said “Nothing,” because “turning 34 isn’t a big deal.”
She replied, “Of course it’s a big deal. That’s the day we met!”
I’m reminded that I won’t always have her to share things like birthdays with…
I feel lucky to be alive. Earlier this year I was flipping through my hometown newspaper and stumbled upon a picture of a girl I went to high school with. It was in the obituaries. The photo was her senior class picture, and I remembered it because she’d given me the same one at the end of the year.
I dug it out and read what she’d written on the back: “It’s been great getting to know you, and I’ll see you at the reunion in 20 years.”
Every day is a gift.
Birthdays are for big dreams. When I was in my 20s, I felt like I had all the time in the world, but I don’t.
I know that most of us feel like we’re barely able to keep our head above water — I know I do — so where the heck are we supposed to find time to explore the pyramids of Egypt? I can barely find the time to clean the bathroom at home!
For now, I’m going to work under the premise that adventure won’t just come knocking at the door. You have to reach out and grab it!
How old are you turning this year? Is there something you’d really like to do for your birthday?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,