So. It's not so bad. Really.
For all my self-deprecation this past week, I actually feel good. I feel like me, same as always. "Age is just a number." That's what they say, right? Besides, Kharli tells me I'm officially a cougar now!
I'm not sorry about entering a new decade of numbers. Numbers are important. Numbers represent more than what they are. When we add together all our hours, our days, our years living on this planet...well, why would anyone want to deny those?
Why would I really want to turn back the clock and deny all those days of being me? Why would I be sad and wish to have those days back? If anything, growing a day older only makes me sad in that it means I have one less day to stick around here.
Being older isn't such a bad thing to be. Yes, I have to be more careful about what I eat. And I have to wear sunblock on my toes. I have to take different vitamins than before. I suppose I have to worry about a whole lot of things I never did before.
But to me, being older just means that I've lived. Good or bad, I've lived. That's an amazing feeling. And I can't wait to see how the next forty years play out.
Happy birthday to me. :)