Twenty-eight sounds old. Like someone who should have a real direction in life and be doing something worthwhile like working at a real job where she intends to stay for a while or one that has benefits (at least that's what my dad tells me). A twenty-eight year old should know how to curl her hair. She should be able to properly apply eye liner. And she should especially own a stunning black dress.
There's a small part of me that doesn't mind getting older. The part that thinks it's silly to fret about 28 or 30 or 45, especially when people routinely think I'm barely 20. This wise part knows to embrace life with each stage that passes.
But still...I can't help thinking...can't I just stay 27?
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I had a reaction to 28, too.
I am one year ahead of you, and, as someone older and wiser, I will share with you something someone older and wiser than me shared with me.
I know a woman whose mother announced her advancing age proudly, readily sharing at any opportunity, "I am blessed to be 67!" or whatever age she was. I loved it. And, next Tuesday, I will be blessed to turn 29 :)
Happy birthday in advance, my fellow Sagittarian. I hope this year is great and involves stunning black dresses and jobs with benefits for both of us!
Kelly! Happy Birthday next week! 28 is actually quite lovely. It took me a few months to get used to saying 28 but now that I've been 28 for 9 months, I really like it. I'm sure it will be a good year for you too.
When is Decembers book club? I will be in town for most of December and I would love to see all you guys. Mind if I crash the party? Hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Amy! By "next Tuesday" do you mean Nov 23 or Nov 30? Could it be that we share a birthday and I had no idea?
I kind of like getting older, because then I can use age as an excuse. For example, when I can't do something as well as I used to or would like to, I just say I'm getting old. This works in many different situations. That being said, I am not really looking forward to turning 30 next month. 30!! Happy Birthday, if I remember right (remember I am getting old), 28 was a lovely year.
Kelly, I am 32 and still can't curl my hair. In fact my hair repertoire includes up and down. Dramatic I know. I am also still wandering about aimlessly, feeling like I should BE somewhere by now, but as a good friend once said to me, "Why is everyone always in such a hurry"? I have decided (well I try to be resolved with this) that so long as I am happy, have some goals in life and something to look forward to, I don't have to be anything/anywhere specific just because I am 32.
Dammit. I only have 3 months left to learn how to put on eye-liner and find a smashing black dress?!
PS. I think I'd rather that my husband have a job with benefits; that would mean I could be working part-time instead full-time. It's not all it's cracked up to be, this full-time thing. Pooh, pooh.
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