Today I turn the “Big 37”. I feel no different than last year physically, only a year wiser. I did wake up, though, and examined the one white hair that’s been growing. I’m afraid to pull it out because they say more will grow if you do. It could just be an old wives tale, but I don’t want to find out.
Why is it that many women go out and celebrate their birthdays, but then moan, groan, and cry about getting older? I’m not much into celebrating because to me, age is just a number and every day is a birthday.
The highlight of my day so far has been looking at this picture of me (I’m the tall one in the middle) with my brother (on the right) and my cousins. This was taken at Universal Studios back in the mid-80’s. As you can see, I was sportin’ the trucker hat with those very wide denim shorts and my favorite Blueberry Muffin t-shirt. Wow. I was such a fashionista back then, eh?
Now compare that picture with this recent photo of us. My brother (far right) and I joked about our clothes and how we think we look so fashionable, but in about 10 years or so, we’re going to look back and wonder what the heck we were thinking.