Even though I still feel like a 20something I know I'm getting older. I have gray hair. My body weight is shifting and, unfortunately, sticking around. The other morning I was watching the news while putting on makeup. Something funny was said and I realized that I'm getting the first hints of laugh lines and wrinkles. Now I've always had a baby face and people usually think I look younger than I am but for the first time I have started to see my "age". I have creaky bones, I like to stay in more than go out, and I think missionaries look like they are 12.
Despite obvious signs of aging I have found another phenomenon to occurring. Because I am not married people assume I am in my mid twenties. Yet, I have some friends who are in their mid twenties, who are married, and people assume they are in their early thirties. It's so weird. The age increases for those married couples who have kids. The phenomenon occurs even when the individual is 10 years my junior. It is so bizarre. I definitely don't look younger than they do but somehow my not having a husband or kids automatically puts me in the young category. Don't get me wrong... I'm fine with people wanting to think I am a mid twenty something. But, I'm also fine with being 33. Getting old hasn't started to get me down... yet. I hope it never does. I like birthdays way too much.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
to Cry Baby with love, L.O. Annie
When I was young I wanted to be little orphan Annie. I loved her curly red hair. I got a perm to look just like her when I was 6, but the perm burnt my hair and I had had my same straight hair in a boy cut. Awesome.
My love for curly red hair has not changed. I love it. I want it. I'll settle for curly hair. Or deep auburn red. But I really want the combo. Is that too much to ask?
Beauty desires aside, today I felt like a cry baby. One of those days where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, get stuck behind the train, forget your purse, get to work late, spill on your white shirt, and that is all before 9:00am... kind of days. One of those days where the before 9:30am part of the day is the highlight of your day. I threw myself a pity party at 10:30am and again at 11:47am and another one around 2:00pm-ish. But I didn't stop there. I fully engaged in a whine-a-thon around 5:43pm before realizing that the day was almost over and I just might live to see tomorrow. Around 8:22pm my Little Orphan Annie side had a brief but meaningful convo with my Cry Baby side, and then I allowed myself to drown away stupid head Thursday in mind numbing TV. I'm over my Cry Baby moment and have put away my violin. Pity party done... mostly in part to the pep talk and a little bit to the TV. :) Here is my pep talk in case you ever have one of THOSE stupid head days.
Dear Cry Baby.
Suck. It. Up. It's not that bad. You could be a starving child in Africa. You could be taking cover in a war torn country. You could be back in middle school. So you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and got stuck behind the train and forgot your purse and spilled something all over yourself before 9:00am. So what? At least you have a bed, and a car, and you only live 5 minutes from the office, and the TIDE stain stick that worked like a charm. So the rest of the day was rough. So what?! You had a tough day but it was a full day and you get to have another day. Buck up. Shake it off. Let it go and press forward. And guess what? The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun.
With love.
L.O. Annie
My love for curly red hair has not changed. I love it. I want it. I'll settle for curly hair. Or deep auburn red. But I really want the combo. Is that too much to ask?
Beauty desires aside, today I felt like a cry baby. One of those days where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, get stuck behind the train, forget your purse, get to work late, spill on your white shirt, and that is all before 9:00am... kind of days. One of those days where the before 9:30am part of the day is the highlight of your day. I threw myself a pity party at 10:30am and again at 11:47am and another one around 2:00pm-ish. But I didn't stop there. I fully engaged in a whine-a-thon around 5:43pm before realizing that the day was almost over and I just might live to see tomorrow. Around 8:22pm my Little Orphan Annie side had a brief but meaningful convo with my Cry Baby side, and then I allowed myself to drown away stupid head Thursday in mind numbing TV. I'm over my Cry Baby moment and have put away my violin. Pity party done... mostly in part to the pep talk and a little bit to the TV. :) Here is my pep talk in case you ever have one of THOSE stupid head days.
Dear Cry Baby.
Suck. It. Up. It's not that bad. You could be a starving child in Africa. You could be taking cover in a war torn country. You could be back in middle school. So you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and got stuck behind the train and forgot your purse and spilled something all over yourself before 9:00am. So what? At least you have a bed, and a car, and you only live 5 minutes from the office, and the TIDE stain stick that worked like a charm. So the rest of the day was rough. So what?! You had a tough day but it was a full day and you get to have another day. Buck up. Shake it off. Let it go and press forward. And guess what? The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun.
With love.
L.O. Annie
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