I spent the morning of July 14th as I usually do, basking in the warm glow of my own homegrown denial.
I add some to my morning coffee along with my cream and sugar, and by God, I savor every sip down to the last drop.
I let it course through my veins along with the caffeine which simultaneously awakens me from my previous night’s slumber while allowing me to step into a dream comprised solely of my self-made illusion.
Why you ask?
What is this about?
Well, today is my birthday…
Or rather as it’s now known more specifically, the anniversary of my 29th birthday.
And since it’s my day, I stand here under a waterfall of denial allowing it to wash away all the gray hairs I gained over the last year. The soothing waters fill in those all of those fine lines which got a little deeper, and as I float down my river of lies, I swear my boobs look a little perkier.
Gravity, you have no hold here!
Collagen, consider yourself restored!
birthday anniversary, dammit!
My bubble has almost been burst a few times though…
Earlier this week we lost power for about five hours. Shortly after the power went out, I suggested reading a book or coloring while we wait if for it to be restored. Totally exasperated, mainly because it went out in the middle of the kid’s designated video game time, my 5yr old exclaimed, “What year is this?! 1979?!”
You know, before electricity. By the way, for those of you following along, I was born in 1978.
The kids things say, am I right?
Like last night, after I finished baking my birthday cake, my daughter asked how many candles would be on the cake, and when I told her 29, she immediately burst into tears because I was “so old” and “ready to die.“
But at least there’s cake.
(Please don’t judge my sorry looking cake too harshly, it’s gluten and dairy free which is why it looks so sad)
I know some people might say, “Susan, embrace your age! After all it’s just a number!”
And you know what?
Those people are probably
But I don’t want you to think I’m not happy to be turning 35, because I actually am in a way.
The knowledge and life experience I’ve gained over the last 35 years
almost makes up for the youth I’ve lost…
And I promise that the other 364 days I’ll be 35, but just for today, as a gift to me, let’s all pretend I’m 29 again.