When I turned 30 I distinctly remember bitching and moaning to my amazing readers on my FB page about how I was sad over the fact I would no longer be in my 20’s.
Of course through your encouragement (and the fact I couldn’t stop time lol) thirty came and went and today February 25th I write this post at a solid 31 years old.
I think when we are younger we completely take being young for granted. We know we will grow older but it seems like light years away. Then all of a sudden ten years pass and you are 30 before you have time to absorb it. I used to say I guess all the years after that will be no big deal.
I was wrong because every year is a HUGE DEAL. While I try not to get to deep on you all, there are so many people who will never see 31 or any years after that.
So while I jokingly complain about that gray hair I found, or some physical aspect of me changing I am so forever grateful that I am allowed to be here another day to complain about those things.
I won’t say that I look forward to all the physical ailments that come with aging but I certainly intend on embracing my sexy for as long as I can.
Happy Birthday to all my fellow readers who share the same birthday as me!
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