My birthday is coming up, and when you are a woman of a certain… ahem, “mature” age you feel like you should get dressed and have fun to prove to yourself you still got “it.”
I couldn’t be sexy as a teen or in my early 20s, so I’m still making up for lost time. I know there are more important things than being sexy for birthday pictures. Birthdays are times for epiphanies, resolutions or future promises to ourselves.
When I measure my accomplishments against the average woman my age, I think I’m doing okay.
But I don’t want to be average…
There are so many things I haven’t done yet. Travel wise, I haven’t been on a cruise or left the country. Fitness wise, I didn’t get that washboard stomach. Love wise, I didn’t find the man of my dreams. Career wise, I’m looking to climb. Financial wise, the page isn’t long enough to complain. The financial issue can solve three out of the four other issues.
I think about my mortality, how many “good” years I have left. I think about what I’ve experienced, accomplished and my goals.