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Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Ok, mini rant. Well, I wont even call it a rant, because I am not angry. I am NOT yelling.
So, tomorrow, I will turn 48.
And I am perfectly happy with that. Has my life turned out just as I would have wanted, probably not, well, really not.
But I have a fair life. I have a roof over my head, etc etc.
If I was offered the chance to go back in time would I?
Of course. But not to change my age, but maybe I would have paid a little more attention in school, and gone farther in school. Would have traveled more and met someone famous.
Seen the Rolling Stones in concert and most important, for myself at least, I would have eaten healthier and worked out and kept myself in good shape and lost the weight in my 20s.
So here is where I am.
Last week I mentioned to a male friend that this week was my birthday, and his reaction was...."how old are you going to be". Not Happy Birthday, that is great, I hope you have a nice day, etc.....but how old.
And it was the way he said it, like, dooooom!!!
Almost like he was saying "how long do you have"? haha.
So, this got me to thinking, why do we, women especially, feel guilt or embarrasment about the number of years we have been alive??
Why do people shame others over the number of birthdays they have celebrated???
Do we NOT want them to have more birthdays?
I guess I just dont get it.
It got me to thinking about people I have known who didnt have all that many.
Like my cousin who died at the age of 16 and didnt even get to graduate high school.
Or my friend Richard, who died our sophomore year of high school when he fell out of the bed of a moving truck.
Or my brother, who died at age 34.
Or the little boy in our town who died from leukemia, or the little girl, who died when a truck ran into her yard and killed her.
So, tell me, would those people be ashamed of the number of years they were here on the earth??
I am NOT ashamed to be 48.
I woke up yesterday aged 47 and I got up, went to the track and walked 3 miles.
I will do the same thing tomorrow at age 48, if the weather permits!!!
No, I am not ashamed of it and not embarassed to tell people if they ask. In fact, the last few years I have enjoyed celebrating my birthdays much more than all those milestone ages, like 18. 21. and 30.
I know, I know, I should be worried, I am that much closer to death, lol.
Hell, if people knew some of the crazy nonsense I did in my 20s they would be more surprised I made it this far.
So, I am having lunch with my best friend and maybe when all this horrible rain lets up, I will go to the walking track and maybe do a little shopping.
Boots and a new purse are on my list.
And, oh yeah, I almost forgot the best part of all.
Today I got on the scale and I have lost 7 lbs since my last doctors visit!!!
I am down 12 lbs since August and I am not having cake tomorrow.
Look at me, being all happy and even at my age!!!!!