37! Oy vey. I am 37 years old.
My most recent birthday arrived a few days ago, on June 2nd. Am I ready for the final 3-2-1 countdown to 40? I don’t really know.
In a way, it terrifies me. I have a 20th year high school reunion staring me down now. Like, 20 years ago this month I was getting my senior pictures taken for good old Northville High…
HOW CAN THAT BEEEEEE???!!!
On the other hand, I kinda do feel ready. I finally (yes! finally!) feel like a fully-formed adult, with a real resume of life achievements. I have a fabulous husband, a beautiful home, a successful career, fulfilling hobbies, good friends. Some (definitely not from California) might say I’ve “held onto my youth” a little longer than the average bear, but I take care of my family; they are my priority and they know it. I’ve already lost a parent to tragedy and learned to live with a life-altering medical diagnosis and I’ve not been beat yet… Is there really any reason to dread “life after youth”?
I’m seriously asking myself, because I’ve been notorious for dreading it.
Taking on a leadership role at work over the past year has been good for me. I think it actually may have cured me of that notorious aging anxiety? May have… I’ve definitely at least learned to own my authority as the boss – the grownup – and not to envy the 20-somethings (even 30-somethings) who may have more fun at happy hour, but really don’t know what the hell they’re doing in life yet.
I don’t think I want to go back, you see. Things are pretty good here at 37, with my hardcore TV schedule, early bedtime, and mortgage payment. Hindsight tells me they may actually be better.
(but I do still love happy hour, even if it only actually lasts an hour now…)
Also, the Facebook “how old do you look?” thing says I actually look 27(!), so I am taking that to the motherf#@%in’ bank and not sweating the fading beauty thing any more. Also, I will never complain about Facebook again because OBVIOUSLY this thing is just a goldmine for reputable advice:
So, 37 – here I am. And happy to be here. Something I didn’t really say to 36, so you should feel special.
And here’s how I celebrated: with my very favorite things, once again…
Thanks for helping me get ready, all those who came along on our Gold Country campout, and thanks to the rest of my wonderful friends and family who continue on this crazy adventure with me every step of the way.
See all our pictures of 37th Birthday Weekend Camping here.