Today is my half-birthday. I'm 35 and a 1/2. Don't feel badly if you forgot to wish me a happy half birthday. I really just enjoy the joke with my husband that I celebrate my half-birthday too. These days, though, I'm feeling a little torn on the whole aging process - and not sure I want to keep counting those aging numbers or not.
In a nutshell, I have truly loved my 30's. My girlfriends and I got together about a month ago (awesome time!), and we were discussing how great it is getting older. We were reflecting on our days in our 20's, and not a one of us were eager to be back in our 20's. We did discuss how we wish we'd had the knowledge then what we have now - but I guess that's part of it. We feel smarter now, more stylish, sexier, braver, more talented, more confident. It's nice!
On the flip side, I've also been discovering lately those aches and pains I used to laugh at, when I was in my 20's, coming from older folks...in their 30's. I swear something starts to shift (and twitch and crack) in your body when you turn 35. To add insult to injury, when it comes to birthing babies, I'm now described as of a "mature maternal age." That's a "nice" way of saying, "your eggs are too old!"
Sad really - just when you reach a point in your life when you figure things out about yourself, your body begins to start letting you down. I did have my children at a decent age, and my baby space is closed, but is 35 really a fair age to be labeled "mature," i.e. "old"?
And fitness, I was the most unathletic person in my teens you could find. I had ZERO interest in challenging myself fitness-wise. Now, in my 30's, I've found this new energy, this new spirit, set these new goals - and my hip decides it's not sure it's up for the challenge.
I don't know, it's perplex. I still have lots to learn in this aging game.
One thing is certain, though, cupcakes are always an option, no matter what age! And P.S. The Hubby is taking me out on a date tonight....happy 1/2 birthday to me! ;)