I'm a year 'younger' today... I'm not really a big fan of birthdays... sure I love the presents and the attention (God know I LOVE attention), but every time that time of the year comes I'm dreading the further loss of my youth... the increasing number of my wrinkles (although my husband's been reassuring me that I had none... yeah right! as if!)... another year towards my children's time to leave me for college (I know, I know, not for another 12 years, but still...). I really hate growing up and I'm in total denial. I still feel like a 17 year old and I refuse to go any further.
What I didn't realize is that as you get older, life gets richer... You get wiser and more sure of your place in this world. You're done with the painful and embarrassing process of finding yourself. For me personally, I've found who I am and my (expensive) sense of style in my early twenties back in L.A. Although there are (lots!) of time when I wanted to turn back time and go back to my younger self, I don't really regret growing older (most of the time), because I think where I got to and the me of this moment is totally awesome. I love me (maybe a little too much! :)) and I realized that maybe growing older is not too bad after all...
