Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...yes, I am wishing myself a happy birthday. On June 18th, I turned 31. Eck...this one hit me hard for some reason. I am such a huge fan of birthdays. Ask anyone in my family and they'll tell you the story of how when I was little I would tell everyone that my birthday was June 18th, you know, just so they wouldn't forget. But my god, where have the years gone? The day was great, I started with a little time in the gym on the tread, then had a nice leisurely day at work, and was taken out to lunch. I even had my first session with my personal trainer that night. I received a bevy of cards from friends and family (thanks to everyone!). My team members took me out for drinks on Wednesday, and we ended up at an amazing Italian restaurant in the village. So all in all, it was a great time!
But not so fast - for some reason, this birthday was somewhat of a downer in the sense of me finally realizing that I'm getting old. Not OLD, just oldER. Wrinkles are appearing on my face ("laugh lines" hahaha), things start to go south; you know, the usual things that happen! UGH! I signed up with a personal trainer so I could try to have someone else bust my ass and make me fight the signs of aging. All the creams and praying in the world is NOT going to help my cause.
But not so fast - for some reason, this birthday was somewhat of a downer in the sense of me finally realizing that I'm getting old. Not OLD, just oldER. Wrinkles are appearing on my face ("laugh lines" hahaha), things start to go south; you know, the usual things that happen! UGH! I signed up with a personal trainer so I could try to have someone else bust my ass and make me fight the signs of aging. All the creams and praying in the world is NOT going to help my cause.
Turning 30 was easy compared to this, and I'm logical when it comes to age. I mean, just look at so many women that are starting their lives in their 30's, and having children well into their 40's. I'm not saying that I wish I was married with children right now, it just puts things into perspective, such as; am I on the right path with my career? What is my 5 yr, 10 yr plan, both career and personal-wise? Will I ever get married again, or am I really just happy being single? Am I a good mom to Winnie? (hehehe) All of these things just seemed to have rushed right up on me last week, but which were glazed over in a wine-induced state.
Alas, I can't go back, I can't make up for mistakes that I have made, and only I can control where I go from here. Best of luck to me! :-)
