The 36th Year

I’ve said it many times before, but my new year doesn’t really start until January 5th. A truly new year for me. Up until then I’m cleaning out drawers and closets and getting everything back to clean and beautiful. This year, the one I’m just starting…..it’s the beginning of the late 30’s for me.

LATE 30’s?  What?

Sometimes that’s hard to wrap my head around. I can’t believe I’m that age. (though I’ve been thinking that ever since I turned 25)

Sometimes it seems like nothing.

I’m just a young chicken.

That is until my back starts throbbing from sitting on the floor with no support for it, or my foot doesn’t work until I’ve walked on it for a good 15 minutes in the morning, or my eyes don’t focus until the 3rd cup of coffee.

Those things… that’s just part of it.  There could always be something to complain about. But, it’s a matter of choosing not to. Besides, that takes away from all the fun….which I’m rather good at in my old age.

But really, I don’t mind the getting older. Really I don’t. There’s just something that happens to you as you get older. You just become settled with things. With yourself. With the way you are. With who you are. With what people think. With your beliefs and likes and dislikes.  With the kind of music you listen to, and books you read.  It’s kind of hard to explain, but even though I have wrinkles and am a bit chunkier…I’m much more at peace with myself than when I was a young 20 something. I have my own style, one which I love for myself, not for my classmates or friends.  I wear my hair how I want, and even though it’s still the same color as it was when I was 18, it’s older too. My smile is crooked. I have a dry sense of humor but am pretty funny if you can hear me. I’m told I mumble. I’m by nature a shy person, however,  severely ornery most of the time. I’m a picky eater, and the list is endless of how I will and won’t eat things with no real explanation why.  (And no, I still haven’t had hamburger people. It’s just not going to happen.)

These traits, I’m at peace with, because they make me…… me.

I’m getting older, and I guess, the quirks, the idiosyncrasies make it all that more interesting.

So cheers to a new year friends. Let the wild rumpus start!