That's right, folks. Next week will be my 27th birthday and just a few weeks ago a good friend of mine told me I could probably pass for 15. Physically, I don't really feel much different than I did when I was 15, except for a little back pain, but that's been around since 16 when I got dropped a few too many times from the top of the cheerleading pyramid, so whatever.
I've been told that I should embrace looking young and love the fact that people think I'm a kid. "I will appreciate it when I'm older," they say. Easier said than done. This issue has been especially frustrating when I answer the door of my house and a salesperson asks if my mom and dad are home, or when the YMCA told me I couldn't get a family membership without my parents present. Or when a barista at Starbucks mistook me for being my stepson's sister. However...now that I think about it, perhaps I could use this to my advantage (wicked, nefarious laughter inside my head). My 10-year high school reunion is coming up. It's going to feel damn good when all the dudes I graduated with are rockin' their salt and peppered thinning hair, with their beer guts hanging over their pants (trust, I've seen the pictures on facebook), and I'm carded for drinks, sitting next to my husband who has a nice head of hair. Yeah. I think I can make this work for me.
I'm not going to get all corny and say "age is just a number, blah, blah, blah...", because, well, no shit. But it's for sure a state of mind. I don't feel like I'm in my late twenties (I'm thinking 27 falls into that category). Pre-thirties sounds cool. I mean people say pre-teen, so why not? Pre- anything sounds better than late- something. I mean, I'm not gonna lie about it and be one of those freaky women that tells everyone they are 30 for 15 years. I'm totally okay with my age - ask me, I won't lie. See, I'm putting it out there for everyone to see. But whatever. If people want to think I'm in high school, I think I could have some fun with that.
Happy birthday to me.
