I just celebrated the very last Birthday that I will allow my self to ever celebrate.
I am now 39. It is possible that 1/2 of my life is over.
I am going to be 50 when my daughter is 13.
I have to use wrinkle cream and watch that I don't get sun on my face anymore.
I can't skip a few meals and lose enough weight to fit in my go out jeans anymore.
I can't go drinking and feel OK the next day and possibly the day after that anymore.
I don't get mistaken for under 21 anymore.
I wonder if when I am with my 16 year old step sister and my daughter if people think I am the grand mother.
My dad can't stop saying " I can't believe I have a 40 year old daughter. I will just tell everyone I was 9 when I had you".
I am closer to having my senior discount card than I am to being 16 and getting my drivers licence.
When I work out, I am sore for a week instead of 2 days and I have to watch out that I don't blow out a knee or something.
I have to watch what I wear so that I don't look like "that chick that is trying to look 20" "Poor thing, she just doesn't get it."
If I talk to a younger man, I am a "Cougar".
I am going to have to start eating at Country Buffet.
I am no longer the young cute girl that can play dumb to get her way. It's not cute anymore.
I will have to die my hair for the rest of my life. I can't get away with saying "seriously, it is a new shade of blond"
I am going to have to buy me some nude knee high pantie hose.
Geesh, where did the time go?
Here is where I get to decide.
These can be the best or worst of times.
It is all up to ME!