Like A Fine Wine

"There is still no cure for the common birthday." ~ John Glenn (Former NASA Astronaut)

Tomorrow is my 34th birthday and, although I've known since I could count past 50 that 34 comes after 33, I am still in shock that this is occurring. Age is only a number....I've always hated that saying. If I could pick a number to represent my age, it certainly wouldn't be steadily creeping towards the mid-30's. My sister is turning 39 next month and there is some solace in the fact that I am still years from 40. Years ago, my sister diagnosed me with what she calls Peter Pan Syndrome (PPS for short), meaning that I never wanted to grow up (an accurate diagnosis). Now she laughs at me as she happily sings, Peter Pan is gettin' old, as evidenced by my gray hair and thoughts around possibly being too "mature" to continue having a belly button piercing.

So far, I have no plans to celebrate this glorious event. In fact, I feel that a day of quiet reflection while sitting by the nearby river seems most appealing to me. As for today, the final day of my 33rd year, here are my reflections:

  • I am thankful that I have evolved to a place where falling down drunk and puking doesn't have to be part of my life celebration.
  • I am grateful that I find peace in quiet solitude.
  • It makes me really happy that I still listen to music with base really loud and car-dance constantly.
  • I look better now (physically) than I did when I was younger and frequently get asked for identification when purchasing liquor. 
  • I take great pleasure from doing and experiencing the simple things, like cooking a beautiful meal or drinking a glass of wine (although my "glass" is generally a bottle). 
  • I like me.


  1. Happy soon-to-be birthday.
    You know, I don't mind that I am getting older. Well, that's not entirely true. All of a sudden, I feel a little depressed at still being single. I've never wanted to marry, but for some foolish reason, I thought I would find 'the one' by the time I was 19. I know it's absolutely ridiculous, and it didn't work out that way anyway.

    1. I have never wanted to marry either - not when I was a little girl or now. Myself, I'm not convinced there is "a one," I personally think that we find that within ourselves. We are "the one" for us and without that, finding a compatible match becomes very difficult. I think the most we can hope for in this lifetime is to find ourselves and then find someone else to be with who doesn't make us want to smash our head (or their's) against a wall. Nellie, I think we'd make good friends :)