Happy Birthday To Me
It's my birthday today. I am 36 years "old". Conventional wisdom tells me that I am meant to be embarrassed, upset or distraught about this age. Actually conventional wisdom started telling me that from about the age of 29 - 30, this being the age of doom where everything changes for the worse.
I made my Mum laugh the other day when I dramatically wailed Meg Ryan's line from When Harry Met Sally - "...and I'm gonna be Forty!"
I just like to make my Mum laugh, but really I don't have a big issue with age 36, or even approaching 40. I think women are like a fine wine, they bloom with age. Ever since I passed the 30 landmark I have become steadily more ME. I'm certainly way more happy with my lot now than I was 10 years ago. I'm not really excited by the idea of wasting time, energy and drama over getting older and missing out on actually living.
I notice the changes in me, physically, emotionally and mentally - but none of them seem to be horrific. Well, except for the spiky chin hairs - what is THAT all about? I occasionally get caught up in thoughts about motherhood and whether it's a journey I want to embark on, and there time really is a limiter, but mostly since I decided to throw out conventional wisdom about women and aging (which I find is often pretty close to misogyny) that I don't really think of my birthday as anything other than a marker.
It's a point in the year where I can look back and see how far I've come, what is good, what might be ready for letting go. Yesterday a few memories came to mind about Birthday's Of The Past and how an awful lot of negative energy clouded the idea of *my birthday*... Like the time that I was unceremoniously dumped by a bloke when he was supposed to be phoning to say "Happy Birthday see you in a few hours" and I had to turn up for my own party sans man. It was the age of doom party and the pic of me on the wall depicts me rampant with laughter, so at least he didn't ruin my night.
This year - chocolate cake for breakfast! The last piece leftover from the Indian Meal with friends last night. Tomorrow we are going to see Steve Vai - in truth everyone else is going to see Steve Vai but *I* am going to see Jeremy Colson (-;
I planned business to be mostly task-free this week so that I can slowly unwind before my trip - and I have a massage booked for Friday. I feel good, I feel alive, the sun is shining and @ has 2 days off after today.
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Posted on July 24, 2007 in Thoughtful, Wordy.
oh, happy birthday to you (again) and take it from me: the 40s are the absolute best years! Everything is there. The 50s have not been bad mind you (here comes 60 – goddess how did I get here so fast?), but the 40s were the very very best. I wouldn’t go back and be a teen, but I’d think hard if offered the opportunity to go back and be in my 45 – 49 age period. =]….you have only just begun….
Happy Birthday my lovely girl!
The thirties rock! I totally agree with the whole misogyny thing- and it’s bollocks. I’ve had way more blokes checking me out since I became a yummy mummy; I don’t necessarily think it’s because I look any better, rather it’s because I am comfortable in my own skin. And that’s what age brings. Nothing sexier than self confidence, as I’m sure YOU’RE aware!
Have a top birthday!
xxx
I love you more for each new day you grace my life.
Happy Birthday!! I just turned 50 in May and I will tell you honestly that was a hard one for me. Now that the birthday is past I feel marvelous
Happy Birthday…..