My 53rd birthday is this Friday. 1.22.63
53. This is not a misprint or just my wild imagination...it is a real event. I can say that 50 is the new "30"--I think I said that on my 40th birthday as well. Heck, what makes 30 so special? I guess all the "milestones" get special treatment because that are all divisible by the number five. (that is the best logic I could come up with, so if you have other thoughts....PLEASE leave me a comment so I can be better informed. But 53...is just sort of blah. Not the big 5-0 and not 55. At least with 55, you get the senior discount at The Movie Tavern. With 53....you get nothing. I recall this same feeling at 33, 37, 43, 47...just stuck in the middle....Remember when you were a Sophomore in high school. You were no longer the new kids on the block (Freshman.) You were not getting to plan for your approaching graduation (Senior.) Last as a Junior you had getting your drivers license to look forward to or the Prom....that Sophomore year was also blah. My mother told that that when I turned three I told everyone that I was going to be six. I had asked "Can I wash dishes when I am three?" "No" replied my mom. "When can I wash dishes?" "When you are six." Same conversation about when I could go to school. Three was blah. I was going to be six. So now 50 years later from that conversation, I would be happy to have the excuse that I'm too old to wash dishes. But as an adult, I have all those "duties." Someone said to me this year, "You are as young as you feel." Well, I feel 53 but I'm going to fake it and feel six. I need to be six. I have a sink full of dirty dishes that needs to be washed.
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