Today is my 44th birthday. And I’m fine with that. I’m not one of those people who dislikes getting older. I’m having too much fun to care. And besides, not much has changed since I turned 43. I’m writing more, reaching a broader audience beyond my parents and their friends. I don’t have too many new wrinkles. And I’m thinner. Because I finally realized that my metabolism doesn’t allow me to eat as much as I used to. And I have to exercise more. And I guess that part of being a grown-up is accepting these facts. I am happier when I weigh less and can fit in to my old clothes. And I guess I am a little vain.
Vanity led me to notice recently that I have the slightest little bit of a moustache. Kind of like my 12 year old pre-pubescent son. He just recently grew a little shadow on his upper lip. I asked him about his hair growth and he just smiled impishly and said yeah, he had noticed it too. On both of us. Thanks kid. Guess I’ll have to add lip wax to my almost monthly eyebrow and bikini wax.
Another change is the increased amount of gray hair I have. I’ve been dying my hair for as long as I can remember. But now, more than before, I can see that well-defined line of new hair growth sooner. And I’ve had to go from a semi-permanent product to a permanent one. I even have a few gray hairs you know where. Which is odd. I didn’t know that happened. That wasn’t one of the pearls of wisdom that my mother shared with me. I guess I could go from a semi-Brazilian bikini wax to a full Brazilian. That would take care of the gray. But I’ve done that a few times before and it makes me feel like a pre-pubescent girl and that kind of grosses me out considering my daughter is 10. Besides, I think a little gray gives me a certain je ne sais quoi.
I know that I can’t stop time. No one can. But I’ll continue doing what I need to do to slow it down. I definitely am a looking good, feeling good kind of person. And I can’t discount the fact that being happy and feeling fulfilled help too. (For those of you who think that I am always happy and my life is perfect, guess again. I PMS, yell at my kids from time to time and get mad at my husband for being an idiot. But my life is perfect in it’s imperfection.)
So, I’m going to enjoy my day today. It’s a Sunday and my kids are with me. My husband is at work for a while but is bringing lunch home. I’m going to have two cups of Nespresso instead of my regular one. Read my two newspapers while lounging in my new leopard Snuggie, a birthday gift from the kids. And see where the day takes us. Bike ride, trip to the beach or a movie matinee while curled up on the couch eating popcorn? I do know that the day will end with a trip to my favorite Japanese restaurant for a sushi dinner. And I really hope that the Chef has fresh uni and puts a quail egg on top of it for me.
Odds are, it’s going to be a great year!