Quarter-life crisis.
I'm just going to put this out there. On my twenty-fifth birthday I waxed my upper lip for the first time.
My brothers and I have joked for years that I can grow a better mustache than either of them. The joke was intended to be a burn in their direction, but recently I realized there was some truth to it on my end. Yes, that peach fuzz was looking mighty manly. I knew it was time when people stopped laughing and started acting uncomfortable when I joked about it.
Duke laughed when he found me hiding in my room, with a red upper-lip and a tub of ice-cream.
Yes, we all get older. Even me.
Not that I'd ever want to Benjamin Button myself, but it would be nice to slow time down just a bit. My kids are growing so quickly and soon I'll be wearing a giant, Hawaiian, floral-patterned swimming-suit with a huge skirt built into it.
Being the planner that I am, I find myself debating internally over whether to become an old, bohemian hippie, or a super classy lady with pearls and pink suits. Duke and I have compiled a list a mile long of all the neat things we could do when we decide to retire. Our top five include:
1. riverboat captains
2. bed and breakfast owners
3. tourists of silly world landmarks (world's biggest ball of yarn)
4. JC Penny's catalog models
5. wedding hall managers
Talking about all those sorts of things takes away the sting of the sudden realization of my recent transition to adulthood.
Yes, it's embarrassing growing old. I can only imagine how I will feel when my kids don't think I'm that cool anymore. But I'll take it, so long as I can bring Duke along for the ride.
I'm enjoying watching my little sisters transform from children to young ladies. I hope that as the oldest I can always set an example for them of aging with grace. I get to walk one step ahead and check for rocky footing.
And they can keep me young and spunky.
Other than the lip-wax, I really had the most wonderful birthday including:
Cheesecake
Hair Accessories
Gift Cards
Phone Calls
Lovely Notes
Texts and Emails and Facebook Messages
Cute, Green Purses with Sparkles
Handmade Treasures
Messages written to me in Face-paint
Cupcakes
Singing
And best of all was the abundance of love I felt from every direction. Good thing that as I get old I get to take you all with me.
Thank you all of you who helped me make it through my quarter-life crisis with my dignity. Sort-of.
My brothers and I have joked for years that I can grow a better mustache than either of them. The joke was intended to be a burn in their direction, but recently I realized there was some truth to it on my end. Yes, that peach fuzz was looking mighty manly. I knew it was time when people stopped laughing and started acting uncomfortable when I joked about it.
Duke laughed when he found me hiding in my room, with a red upper-lip and a tub of ice-cream.
Yes, we all get older. Even me.
Not that I'd ever want to Benjamin Button myself, but it would be nice to slow time down just a bit. My kids are growing so quickly and soon I'll be wearing a giant, Hawaiian, floral-patterned swimming-suit with a huge skirt built into it.
Being the planner that I am, I find myself debating internally over whether to become an old, bohemian hippie, or a super classy lady with pearls and pink suits. Duke and I have compiled a list a mile long of all the neat things we could do when we decide to retire. Our top five include:
1. riverboat captains
2. bed and breakfast owners
3. tourists of silly world landmarks (world's biggest ball of yarn)
4. JC Penny's catalog models
5. wedding hall managers
Talking about all those sorts of things takes away the sting of the sudden realization of my recent transition to adulthood.
Yes, it's embarrassing growing old. I can only imagine how I will feel when my kids don't think I'm that cool anymore. But I'll take it, so long as I can bring Duke along for the ride.
I'm enjoying watching my little sisters transform from children to young ladies. I hope that as the oldest I can always set an example for them of aging with grace. I get to walk one step ahead and check for rocky footing.
And they can keep me young and spunky.
Other than the lip-wax, I really had the most wonderful birthday including:
Cheesecake
Hair Accessories
Gift Cards
Phone Calls
Lovely Notes
Texts and Emails and Facebook Messages
Cute, Green Purses with Sparkles
Handmade Treasures
Messages written to me in Face-paint
Cupcakes
Singing
And best of all was the abundance of love I felt from every direction. Good thing that as I get old I get to take you all with me.
Thank you all of you who helped me make it through my quarter-life crisis with my dignity. Sort-of.
Comments
Happy Belated Birthday, sounds like it was a great one!
I don't really know you, but when I grow up, I want to be like you.
Thank you.