Day 44: Happy 42nd Birthday to Me!

The only thing I really about getting older is being made to feel that I am old.  I turn 42 today and I know that when (or if) I am 80 I will look back on 42 and turn to Andrew and say something like, remember when we were in our 40s,  young, and healthy. We sure had life by the balls didn't we." And we'll clink our beer cans to the good old days. I don't want to say "remember when we were in our 40s doing nothing because we already believed we were too old."  

If I died today, I hope everyone I know would talk about how young I was and what a shame it was that I passed so early.

So, why do I get to  be young at 42 only in retrospect?  I don't have to. I declare myself young today and like Peter Pan, I say ""I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg." The truth is I really feel this way. Happy Birthday to me.