I remember when I used to look forward to getting older — so many new milestones that could only be unlocked with age. Then came the dread of getting older, or maybe it was the dread of no longer being “young.”
Honestly I’m not totally on board with this getting older thing and I don’t think I ever have been. I recall sitting on my bed at 19 crying my eyes out (super emo back then) thinking how I would never ever be a teenager again. Instead of feeling excited, every birthday I have felt a sense of loss.
The best way to get over something is to fully embrace something new, right? I’m trying anyway. Another year older. Maybe it’s not so bad? It’s another year I got to be on this earth, it’s another day to spend with Sly, it’s another birthday I get to celebrate with well wishes from friends and family.
There will be no crying on my bed tonight. (Even though an older lady patted my belly yesterday and asked if I was preggers. Awesome. I’m not.) Today we woke up in a bungalow, motorbiked around town and finished by watching the sunset in top of the mountain. Tonight: bday dinner in a tacky restaurant in a cave.
I’m looking forward to it.