Well.. tomorrow morning at 5:03 am... I will have been on this earth for 3 decades. *gasp* I'm no longer in my 20s!!! I'm not upset like most women seem to be when they hit the big 3-0. Of course, my wonderful husband actually said to me today that I was too old to go dancing. WTF!? I could go crazy bitch and scratch your eyes out for that! Ok.. that sounded like I am upset about turning 30. But really, the number doesn't bother me. I look at it as this... I've survived 30 years. That's awesome, right?! lol.
I don't need to be super young. I've got a decent job. I am fully capable of making my own decisions about life. I don't rely on another person to take care of me. I have this beautiful little boy who brightens my life every day. I'm pretty happy with my life right now. Of course, I'd love to win the lottery tomorrow. What a birthday present that would be! hah!! Then I could quit my job and knit full time. hehe.
Anyway, I digress. I was saying... don't need to be super young because I've got a lot going for my old self. But telling me I'm too old to do something... that does bother me. Especially dancing... because I LOVE to dance. It's a shame that I married a fuddy duddy husband who doesn't like crowds, loud music, dancing... people. LOL. (I do love him, I swear!) But I seriously like to shake my money maker whenever I get the chance. It's one of the things I'm good at!! :)
So... just don't tell me I'm too old to do something I like doing and we'll be ok. Unlike my crabby hubby, I actually like birthdays. It was one of the rare days as a child that I received all the attention and felt loved. I look at it as living one more year... not "another day closer to death." I plan on making the most of this decade. Much wiser and much sexier. ;)