This week I turn good old (definitely old) 32! I’m ok with getting older at the moment. It’s a weird thing isn’t – I tend to have a scary age, but then as I get older and closer to that age it no longer becomes so scary and it moves up again, and I’m then quite happy with where I am. Of course I’d always like to be a few years younger, but I don’t want to be 18 anymore, or even 25. For quite a while now 35 was my scary age – 35 meant I would be closer to 40 than 30, and 40 is fucking terrifying. I can remember what my mum was like at 40 and that is bloody scary. Not that my mum was scary at 40 (well, maybe a bit ;), but it’s more that how can I possibly be anywhere near that age yet.
But now that I’m almost 32, 35 just isn’t that scary anymore. Getting older is always a little bit scary, but the older I get the more grateful I am that I get to GET older at all. What’s the alternative, hey? I’ll stick with getting older thank you very much. Anyway, 40 is still pretty scary to me, but at the moment that’s still eight whole years away, which is positively eons away, and it really wasn’t just 2012 two minutes ago at all. So yes, 40 is ages away, and hopefully by the time I’m nearly there, it will no longer be scary and I will just be a proper grown up finally, and then 50 will be my new scary age.
But yes, I’m very very grateful that I get to become older, even if I don’t seem to becoming any wiser, and I’m excited for my 32nd birthday!
Happy Birthday to me!