Thirty-five

As I was getting ready this morning, I was remembering previous birthdays. For some reason, my 15th stood out in my mind. 

I remember getting some Marvin the Martian stuff (I was crazy about him). A shirt, a clicky-top pen, & a sterling silver necklace. Nothing you’d write home about but I was over the moon. The next day, I wore my shirt & necklace to school & happily used my pen until much later when it broke in half. 

I was thinking about how happy I was to receive those gifts when it hit me. 

Fuck. That was 20 years ago.

I don’t feel “older” other than a few random aspects I’m not a fan of, like my left knee being angry & stubborn with me lately. I mean, I’m not physically where I want to be but I feel like I’m getting healthier mentally & that’s more important. 

I’m a huge fan of my 30s. I speak my mind more even if my opinion isn’t popular. 😉 But there’s nothing that jumps out at me to make me feel old. I guess that’s a good thing. 🙂

Here’s to my 35th year. May it be my best year to date. ❤

Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.