Getting Older

It's late and everyone is asleep.

(everyone being Peter and the cat)

I'm restless, and I think it has something to do with the fact that this time next week I'll have aged another year.

And I can feel it this time.

This year I've discovered physical proof that my body is aging.
I have cellulite, gray hair, a few wrinkles ... it hurts to move my body in certain ways, I feel stiff if I sit on the floor for too long.

So there you have it.

And every year since I turned 20 I wonder how I'm measuring up on the invisible growth chart looming next to me.

Should I already have kids by now?

Should I be done with school?

Should I own a home?

Should I, Should I, Should I.

I know the truth is that I am me. Unique. And there's no one {and no chart} that I need to be measuring myself against.

But I'm tempted to.

And then I tell my gremlin to knock it off and I move on.

There are some nice things about birthdays....

1. People have to be nice to you.

2. People give you things.

3. You can cheat on your sugar diet and no one will condemn you.

4. You can buy yourself a present and maybe not feel guilty.

5. You can drink a coke and have a coffee if you want.

6. You can watch movies all day if you want.

7. You can wear a tiara if you want.

{I want - someone pllleeeaassee get me a tiara}

You can think about how, really, you've been very, very blessed thus far and how many things you've learned along the way that are helping you become {or maybe just helping you see} who you've always been.

So, anyway, it's late and I'm contemplating these things.

And also, I'm rejoicing over the return of Lost on January 21st.

You should be, too.