Birthday Blues doo-bi-doo-bi-dooo

         I am 30 .  I am...no really, I am thirty?  I am 30... *sigh* This mirror is a little bit hazy. Breathe in, breathe out....I am waiting for a sudden jolt of wisdom, 'coz as you know, I am 30. Dang it! Maybe I should bathe in the warm sunshine to get that...or not. 

         Age didn't bother me this much growing up. Although I should have seen the signs. By 18 I wasn't looking forward to birthdays. By 25, I stopped counting. Last week, a milder form of dread started brewing inside me as I realized I was turning thirty. Thirty years, here you are...temporary but irreversible.  (*Quick emotional struggle with self, auto-counseling here-and-there*)  So how has my life been the past 30 years? I've had highs and lows, naturally. I've had some wishes granted and some still waiting for His approval. I have made mistakes, learned from some, laughed at some, and probably haven't learned the lesson in some. I have hurt people and got hurt back, learned to apologize and accept one. I grew up! By a few inches. Waistline, almost reaching the same digits as my age and plans to stay that way GRRRRRRRRRRR!!! Lines on the face...Hmmmmm I really don't like where this is heading so I'm stopping now.

           My woes aren't that profound really. Weight? Waistline? Wrinkles? I just have to deal with it.  Besides, I picture old age with me sitting on the terrace looking at the shore, drinking coffee with my husband, white haired and all and not 70 with a 24-inch waistline, perky breasts, and red lipstick walking around the mall in stilletoes. 

               So...In conclusion (for purposes of todays thoughts only haha I'm a woman, I'm supposed to be fickle!!)  I might as well enjoy the ride from here on in. 

                 I am 30! and I am in Sydney! How great is that? :)  Happy 30th Birthday to me!!!


        

Older

                In a few months I’ll be hitting the big 3-0. I haven’t given much thought about aging until recently when “signs” successively manifested themselves albeit uninvited. Starting with lines around the eyes, weight that’s so hard to keep off no matter how little I eat, ragged breathing from walking a short distance, inability to memorize as well as I used to, and a whole lot of other things I discover day by day. Add to aging my irregular exercise habits (or lack thereof hehe) and unhealthy food choices---I am now, repentantly, reaping the fruits of my lack of labor.

                Gone are the days when I could practice dancing all day and wake up early the next day to practice some more. Now, I move my head around for a few minutes or wiggle my hips for 3 or more songs and my body would be screaming for a body massage. Yesterday, I fell on my back trying to “amuse” my 10-month-old niece with some moves. Until now, half of my body feels sore and I’m reeking of liniment. At least my niece had a good laugh out of it. I, on the other hand, need a massage, a hot compress, or some more liniment.

          I am getting older. I’m saying that as if I just realized it now  J Next year, I’ll be celebrating January, March, May, July, August,October, and December because those are the only months where my age will still be on the calendar (Stop counting, people!). While I’m hanging on to the last vestiges of my youth for a couple more months, I think it’s best to do damage control however late it may be. I’m starting a new “year’s resolution” tonight---try to eat healthy, exercise regularly, read more, sleep early, moisturize (hehehe), and don’t dance as if you’re 18!!!