Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! I really don’t know how I should feel about this. A part of me is like, 35 is nothing, girlie! You’ve made it! You have a 16 year old and a 6 year old and you are doing great things! Age aint nothing but a number and you have people telling you everyday you don’t look 34! But then there is this other side of me that is like WTH? Thirty-five? Is there something wrong with the calendar? How can this be?
I’ve never wanted to be one of the moms that wanted to be a teenager—dressing and acting like their children. I’ve always made it a point to embrace my age. Age is something you can’t avoid, no matter how much make-up or botox or plastic surgery one can get. That birth certificate doesn’t lie!
I guess it’s because I always thought I would be in a certain place at 35 and I am not quite there yet. I imagined that at my age, I would be a business owner with a five year’s worth of income in the bank and I would be living in a house that I owned in Miami or West Palm Beach. I would be at that point where I could say, yep, I’ve made it.
I am not there. Not even close. And while I am thankful for my life and all that I have, I am also forlorn—there is so much work for me to do. So much that I want to accomplish.
Will I ever get there? Will I ever be able to retire? Will I always be striving to get to that next step and not even be close?
So what. I am almost 35 and that is that. I cannot turn back the hands of time, nor do I want to. If I could only have time stand still for just awhile. I know—wishful thinking!
So in about 30 days, I will be 35. Me and my girlfriend Notorious Spinks (aka Yo-Yo) and I will be hitting the freeway and heading to Atlanta for a weekend of girls night out foolishness. My b-day falls right before Labor Day (Sept. 3rd, get the online orders ready now so you can ship my gifts!), so it will be party time!
You only get one 35th birthday!