38….let that sink in. Today I’m 38. Oddly enough I’m indifferent about the day…and about the number. It’s true that I am closer to 40 than 30 but age has never bothered me and I don’t think it ever will…
Because I know who I am and who I’m not.
Because I live my life with no regrets.
I take the opportunities as they come.
I try to keep a pretty good perspective on life.
I raise my kids exactly how I think they need to be raised.
I am devoted to my husband.
I could care less what people think of me.
I make my own decision.
I understand the consequences and accept them (most of the time).
And at the end of the day…every morning I get to wake up is a damn good day.
Guys, life is too short to worry. It really is. Age is just a number but it is a sign that you’ve made it in this crazy messed up world one more year.
I’m vowing to keep myself well this year. I’m vowing to figure out what goal winds my clock and chase it.
I’m vowing to map new routes.
I’m vowing to keep trying to be me and share it with you.
Fake is not my thing.