Today’s my birthday!

(Photo credit: Kaile Brown)

36 is a weird age. It’s somewhere vaguely in between “definitely not young anymore” and “firmly planted in middle-age” and sometimes I feel vital and strong and other times I feel feeble and like I just really need a nap.

It seems like a lot of people my age are getting really sick or dying and it scares me and also makes me want to just try to milk each day for all its worth, not living in fear, but with the realization of how fleeting this is, all of it.

I am thankful for: my life, for my marriage, my kids, my home, my family, my story and my path.

I am becoming a bit higher maintenance with each passing year but I don’t really care. Also, I have just started semi-consistently washing my face and smearing serums and elixirs and who-knows-what on it in the hopes I can age somewhat gracefully. Wish me luck.

If I could go back to being 26, I wouldn’t. Things are much better now. (Minus the grey hair and wrinkles.) I hope to say the same at 46.

Thanks for reading and growing old with me.