Two Months

A very nice person reminded me that it is two months to my birthday today.

I hate birthdays.

Despite all the dreams I had for myself growing up they never included me getting older. I guess when I pictured myself in a great job, doing what I loved or married with a big house and yard I always saw myself as young. And now.... I'm about to cross that young line. I can no longer say, "Hey, I'm under 35" Now....People have started to say to me, "Hey, your almost 40" or my personal favorite, "Life began at 40 for me...only a few more years until your life begins." I think that is a crock of sh*t. My life has already begun....

I suppose I now have the next two months to wallow in self pity.

What I should do is throw myself a huge birthday party and celebrate. I should celebrate that I am fortunate enough to have an amazing husband, cute and funny animals, great friends, etc.etc. We should have expensive food and a fountain of Cosmopolitans. I should celebrate that this is where I am in my life. I should celebrate that I am aging.....