I admit it I’m getting old. I’m celebrating my 38th birthday next week and I’m starting to feel it. A couple of years ago I didn’t feel my age one bit but as time has slowly gone by things are catching up to me.
My back aches when I cuddle my husband on the sofa.
I’m out of breath running up 2 flights of stairs.
I have to squint to read my favorite lipstick color.
My mind is still young though even though I think I need to look into lasik surgery just so i can read a newspaper. I can have a conversation with my teenager and know what she’s talking about when she brings up new music or fashion trends even if I don’t really like either of them. I can feel good about taking my son shopping for clothes and shoes knowing he’s going to look good walking out of the store even though I’m instantly annoyed at the thought of his sneakers getting dirty.
Bar music is loud, primetime television is racy and flip flops are my go to shoe. This must tell you a lot. I’ve reached an age where I can’t tolerate incompetence and laziness. Mediocre service in a restaurant is a HUGE pet peeve for me. These people work for tips but they really don’t put much effort into their work sometimes.
So there I admit it! I’m old and cranky and tired. BUT I love to have a good time and laugh and be with friends and family.
