I was going to wax poetic about my birthday, but then I realized just how boring and depressing it would be.
I'm not that old, really. I'm not.... Honest.
I'm in my prime, but inching so much closer to that dreaded hill, that it does weigh on my mind- the large black cloud of middle-age looming nearer and nearer. Do I want to go over the hill? No way. I'd like to backpedal into my mid-twenties, but that's not likely to happen.
Of course, it could have a lot to do with looking at my 10 y/o stepson and my 6 y/o daughter and seeing how grown up they're getting and how quickly time is slipping through my fingers.
It also might have a little something to do with my dear sweet husband who proclaimed on his 29th birthday that he wasn't going have anymore birthdays and that he would stay 29 the rest of his life. He's just a few months older than I am.
Was it Benny Hill who said he was going to stop growing old at 39? I can't remember, but that's what it makes me think of.
I told hubby, that in all fairness, if I have to get older, so does he. LOL
In the meantime- I'm going to spend this day deep in the trenches of revisions.
Shhhhh....let's just pretend that I'm not having a birthday.
Hey, if hubby can do it, maybe I should, too!