Let me start by saying that I know most women don't like talking about their age. I don't. But I am coming up on one of those "milestone" birthdays and it's all I can think about. I would really like to tell you that I'm mostly OK with it, but there is a huge part of me that is freaking out. Freaking. Out.
30 came and went without a problem. That was a good year. 35 came and went with little fanfare. I bought myself a new watch and that was that. But this one is different, for some reason. Every single time I think about that number, I get a little panicky feeling in the pit of my stomach, and the "me" on the inside wants to start running backwards!
Most of my friends and relatives tell me it isn't a big deal, that everyone turns this age at some point, and that "___" is the new 20. But I see new wrinkles, new gray hairs, things that my eyes just can't focus on anymore no matter how much I squint, and I won't even get into body aspect of turning ____!
And to top it off, I have yet to decide whether I want to actually mark the occasion or sail right past it as if it were just another day. On the plus side, "They Might Be Giants" are in concert on the night of my birthday. Maybe I'll go check them out. I loved them when I was a teenager. Now they do children's music. Sigh.