The DOUBLE “3″
When I was in high school, I thought 30 years old was ancient.
Yesterday I turned 33 and I don’t feel any day older! As they say, age is just a number. And what an insignificant number it is really. I don’t feel any different from the time I was 25. Well, maybe I’m lying… I was 20+ pounds lighter then and could run on the treadmill for an hour without panting like a dog which just chased a milk truck for a mile. And back then my limbs were very flexible. I still taught choreography for a take-off from CATS! The Musicale. I could tumble, do splits and twirl 3x in place without losing my balance. But despite packing on extra pounds and now needing oils for my joints, it’s my spirit that keeps young. The adage “young at heart” rings so true for me. Deep inside, I feel vibrant and While the mind has become sharper and wiser from experience, everything else feels not a day over 25. I keep mentioning 25 because it was at that time when I grew a lot as a person. I was at my fittest, work was enriching, my social life was great, and my love life was reaching a higher level. It seemed that all aspects of my life at that time were coming up roses.
Eight years after, everything is still rosy… and better even! There’s always food on the table (and more in the ref and the pantry), we’ve wheels to take us where we need to go, a cozy nest we call our own, and money that comes right on time when we need it. Plus the icing on the cake: two kids who keep me on my toes and bring a smile to my face everyday…another baby blessing on the way…a husband who, though not perfect deserves the title “Best Dad and Husband”…a challenging career as mom and educator… If these are all the perks that come with growing older, then I can’t wait to be 40!
