Birthdays and Other Crap

Today is my birthday. It’s not a big one. Just boring #36. I was thinking about what I wanted to spend my birthday doing, and I realized that the main component to every blissful scenario I came up with was a universal lack of needing to wipe someone else’s ass for the day.

Somewhere in the time/space continuum 21-year-old me just made this face.
Somewhere in the time/space continuum 21-year-old me just made this face.

As time goes on, the things you long for change so much. I’ve known this for many years, but there’s nothing quite like having a couple of kids to really drive that home for ya. 21-year-old me wanted to stay up all night partying and drinking with her friends to celebrate the occasion. 35 going on 36-year-old me mostly values solitude, peace, and pampering during this particular season of life. But let’s be honest, it still involves a drink or 3. It makes me wonder what the hell 85-year-old me is going to want to do to commemorate the occasion?

“Thanks for the cake Mr. Whiskers. I hope the vanilla frosting isn’t too spicy.”

Or, God willing, what 100-year-old me will be longing for?!

If I'm being completely candid, 100-year-old me wouldn't give a furk. Smoke 'em if ya got 'em!
If I’m being completely candid, 100-year-old me wouldn’t give a ferk. Smoke ’em if ya got ’em!

So on this birthday I choose to celebrate the season of life I currently find myself in while remembering seasons past, and anticipating seasons to come.

Back when birthdays were pure magic! Cake, ice cream, and presents! The stuff childhood dreams are made of.
Back when birthdays were pure magic! Cake, ice cream, and presents! The stuff childhood dreams are made of.
Ah, birthday #18. This wholesome moment was followed up with a trip to the tattoo parlor (Do people still say tattoo parlor?? Sounds so 1930.) for some fresh ink.  Nothing but good decisions are made when you're 18, right? :-P
Ah, birthday #18. This wholesome moment was followed up with a trip to the tattoo parlor. Β (Do people still say tattoo parlor?? Seriously. I felt 80 when I typed that.)Β Nothing but good decisions are made when you’re 18, amiright? πŸ˜‰ Β (P.S. Hello tan! Damnnnnn!)
The 21st birthday. Why yes, that IS a driver's license stuck to my forehead. Because, 21.
The 21st birthday. Why yes, that IS a driver’s license stuck to my forehead. Because, 21.
Birthday #29 came with an engagement ring! Hooray!
Birthday #29 came with an engagement ring! Hooray! I think every birthday should come with expensive jewelry. Wouldn’t that take some of the sting out of aging? πŸ˜‰
#30 was the last birthday before kids.
#30 was the last birthday before kids. Don’t I look well rested? 30-year-old me still got to pee alone. Lucky.

Birthdays are a fun time to reflect on the past and ponder the future. Maybe it won’t seem so fun to “ponder” when birthday #40 rolls around in 4 years. (YIKES!!!) But for now, I’m not sad about getting older. The older I get the more confident I become in my own skin, and that’s not a bad feeling. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’ll be one bad-ass old lady some day. Well, at least I’llΒ thinkΒ I’m pretty bad-ass.

This lady seems pretty cool.
This lady seems pretty cool.
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They seem like a couple of feisty gals.

How do you feel about turning a year older? Does it make you sad, mad, glad? Share your thoughts with me.

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12 thoughts on “Birthdays and Other Crap

  1. Happy Birthday. I’d have to say I feel ambivalent about getting older. My daughter likes birthdays more than I do. I probably get the most pleasure out of watching her get excited about cake.

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  2. Nothing felt as old as when I read the words “elderly primigravida” on a sonogram report. I was 35. 35! Hitting 40 this year was actually much easier than being pregnant at 35 with all of the red flags.

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  3. Happy Birthday! June 30th was also my Birthday! Not a big one either… Just crappy 42! lol
    But I did enjoy every moment of it and look forward to what year 42 has in store for me and my family!

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