So, tomorrow is my big 35.
It's not a birthday most people would associate with anything, really. I mean it's mid-thirties, eh? Big deal. My grandmother was married at 33 (34?) and my aunt was married at 34 and I know many women married way beyond 34 and having kids. 35 is the new 25 and most women in society are waiting until now to try to have kids. I'm grateful I didn't wait and had the majority of mine in my twenties, but you can see why some might find 35 not so old or weird and why that means I might be weird...
When I turned 30, I was thrilled! I loved turning 30 because it meant I had finally "arrived." Arrived to what? Not sure. But I was there! I was there and I was finally being taken seriously and I was hip and cool and motherly and thin.
Now I'm... just about 35. Hmph.
I've never minded getting older before, simply because it included learning things. I know a lot more now than I knew at 30. I know even more than I did at 20. I'm a genius compared to me at 20! Inside, I feel wiser, but every time I look in the mirror I'm shocked at what I see. Shocked, not because I don't like the way I look, but shocked because I don't remember aging! My dad once told me that he still feels like he's the same 22 year old he used to be, but when he sees himself in the mirror, he's reminded that he is certainly not 22 years old. I didn't understand what he meant at the time (I think he told me this when I was 22), but I understand him, now.
And let's be honest. I'm not at my best right now. I have gained more weight since being here (sigh, sigh, sigh) and my brain is broken and my asthma has been awful and I can't conceive, and... well... you can understand, dear reader, why this may make me feel a little less enthused about getting older, right?
Blerg. I'm just being dumb.
Tell me something awesome, dear reader --something good about 35 and good about getting older (even the cliche things) and how next year I'll be healthy and thin and pregnant, so 36 will be spectacular compared to 35. Please? Tell me?