It’s my birthday tomorrow. So they say.
I’m not really that old, am I?
Sometimes I feel older… like 45. The weight of the world and all that. I even have some gray hair. *shock*
Sometimes I feel much younger and wonder when some “real” adult is going to point at me and say, “You! What do you think you’re doing in grown-up land? Get back where you belong.” I’d love to. Where is that exactly?
Sometimes I act like I’m 13. Those are scary days. :)
I’ve decided I like the ages of 7 or 8 best. So, while other people go out and get terrifically drunk on their 21st birthdays, I’m making a list of resolutions for my year to keep me young. ;)
1. Learn to either do a cartwheel or jump rope to 150.
2. Climb at least 3 trees this summer.
3. Buy ice cream from the ice cream truck.
4. Sit on my front step and blow bubbles… and then chase them.
5. Read a “Boxcar Children” book.
Maybe I should make some serious resolutions too. Maybe. But I really don’t want to.
In other news, I’m going on a bit of a drive to the splendid state of Nebraska tomorrow with two of my favorite people in the whole world: my mom and my 8 year old sister. My sister has been telling me that I would be soooo much more fun if I was her age. Do you think she’ll like my resolutions?