Yesterday was my birthday. I'm 48- over halfway done. Yuck. It is the first year I ever cried about my birthday. When I think back at when I was a child, it seems like just a blink ago. And if that is all the time I have left, there is no way I'm going to fit everything I want to do in.
Now you're probably going "Duh, Christine" but it was honestly the first time it hit me that our time here is so limited. Hey- isn't this thinking what causes that mid-life crisis syndrome? Ya-whoo! I can run off and go blow a wad of cash and blame it on dealing with the effects of my age.
Actually, I sort of did that with my friend yesterday. She picked me up in the morning and we went and had makeovers at Nordstroms (I bought a lot of products), went to lunch at P.F. Changs and ended the day with deluxe pedicures. I even have diamonds on my toes now.
But this morning I'm exhausted and have more to laundry to face than any living soul ever should. Even though the kids did a great job of filling the day with surprises, cards, flowers and hugs, there is construction paper, markers and wrapping paper strewn across each room. I guess my mid-life crisis is over and my normal-life crisis is back.
3 comments:
I am 49 and I feel like I want to pack in all the great experiences I can. So that's what I'm doing. If it helps any, there are a LOT of us in the same boat.
Is it okay to say Happy Birthday? :) I'm glad you got to do some fun, pampering things with your friend -- but don't think of it as being halfway over! Think of it as, you're just getting started.
If 50 is the new 40, then 48...well, you get the idea ;-)
Post a Comment