Posted on December 05 2018
Welcome to December 5th everyone! I only mention the date due to its proximity to my birthday. Can you guys believe that I'm going to be 38 this week? That's outrageous! Last night I was talking to one of my life long best friends and I asked her if it wasn't outrageous that we had been friends for almost thirty years and she could hardly believe it either. I remember being a teenager and seeing people who had been friends for thirty years on tv and in movies and they were always old. Katherine and I are not old. I say this while sitting on my couch nursing a bum knee and some other moderately damaged bits. Katherine still looks as young and beautiful as she did when we were nineteen.
I keep waiting to feel what I think 38 should feel like (and, for that matter, all of the other years below it) and it just never happens. When I try to assess how old I actually feel I have to say seventeen, eighteen tops. I feel like an eighteen-year-old with all of the best parts of being 38, like having my own craft room and unfettered access to my tv remote control. Though all of these things being said, I wouldn't mind having my eighteen-year-old boobs back. With the benefit of hindsight, I realize that I never took proper advantage of those. I have, occasionally, joked that instead of a university degree, I could have used the assets I already had to marry well and live happily ever after, but my little feminist heart could never have let that happen. Nevermind that I would probably have to share the remote control so maybe I wouldn't be better off.