If you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook you probably know that today is my birthday, my 29th to be exact. This birthday is a common one for my family, my mom's been celebrating her 29th for the past 27 years.
I never understood her aversion to getting older.
I always wanted to be older. I'm sure it comes from the fact that growing up every other phrase I heard was, You're too young to do that or Wait, till you're older. It sucked. I wanted to run, play and get in trouble with the big kids, but I was always too young. So, I made my own trouble which I guess looking back was just as fun. 😉
Age is something that I hate discussing. I've been told I come across older than I am, which again, never bothered me. What bothers me is when people find out my age and then judge me. One minute I'm funny and intelligent and the next I'm naive and flighty. The absolute worse is when it happens in person. People may be able to control their voice and hide most of the expression of surprise, but their eyes give them away.
I usually just smile and start saying like in like every other sentence, or like, even every other word just to make them, like, more comfortable with their assessment or whatever. 😉
I've always had friends that are older than me, whether it's by one or two years or by ten or twenty years. If you make me laugh, make me think, if you listen to me and don't judge me, we'll get along fine. I don't care what year you were born just as much as I don't care what color hair you have or even if you have any left. 🙂
We're all unique, we've all had different experiences that make us who we are. If you're my friend I want to know those tidbits about you. Share your stories with me, tell me what it was like to grow up when and where you did. It's one of the reasons why I have this blog. I want you to know about me, where I come from, so you can better understand what I write.
Want to hear some tidbits about me?
The majority of pictures of me growing up I have my mouth open shocking, right? My parents joked that my 3 older brothers always wanted to hold me, play with me, coddle me. Then I learned to talk and they couldn't get away fast enough. 🙂
I had the curliest hair growing up. Want proof?
My family is a major part of my life. We haven't always gotten along and there are still some problems that continue to upset me, but they're my family. That won't change no matter where they live, what they do or how they live. But that doesn't mean I can't sneak in a little revenge for all those brotherly pranks growing up and the times my parents wouldn't let me do something I wanted to. 🙂
So, there you are, a couple of pictures and some facts about yours truly. I hope you enjoyed them.
Thank you all for the birthday wishes. When I blow out my 29 candles tonight my wish will be that my friends and family not only find what makes them happy, but that they have the courage, strength, spirit and speed to catch it and make it theirs. Happy Thursday, friends. Make it a good one!