|Because I am shamelessly excited about getting old :D|
Why be scared of getting old? I am loving every bit of it. With age, the things I have come to realise are more important to me that the number of candles on my cake. Like what family means. What freedom means. How important my financial independence and emotional dependence are to me. And how I don’t want to give up on either. Ever. How much I love, dream of, and want children. My real friends. My real dreams. How life changes, and how that is the best thing about living. About bad times and good. And cliched as it may sound, how much both are important to me. My complete, unadulterated love for insouciance and the lack of it. About contradictions. About real love.
Now to just learn one thing. Saying the right things at the right time. And to always remember the other. That I may not agree with a lot of things people do in circumstances that neither of us controls, and that I have a strong opinion about a lot of unimportant things that make no difference to my life whatsoever, but to stay that way and still not be opinionated, to disagree without being mean. Then I will be a woman, my son.
On that note, I can safely say that I just had The Best Birthday Ever. Because not only did R learn the art and science of surprise birthday plans and managed it like a dream this time (and yes, I LOVE surprises – always have, always want to), I also spent this birthday only with people I love. Virtually and otherwise. Getting old does not seem bad at all!