37.
Hellllo and hope you had a good weekend!
I’m turning 37 later this week and it’s oddly hitting me in a weird way this year.
When I was younger, I was obsessed with my birthday. Absolutely obsessed. I’m talking obsessed as in I’d send an email or text to my family a month out “my birthday is one month away!!” It was truly like an all month affair. In my early and mid 20s I’d have parties wherever I lived, the whole shebang. As I got older, I did little things (dinners with family, friends, etc), but nothing crazy. I absolutely love celebrating other people’s birthdays, but for some reason celebrating mine is different now.
I also used to never care about turning another year older. In my mind it was always like well, what’s the alternative? But turning 37 is simply hitting different. It just is. It’s my “scary age” maybe? I was re watching some “Sex and the City” episodes the other day before bed, and the one was on where Carrie and Miranda were talking about their “scary ages,” ha! So, is 37 mine?
I’ve been thinking about it and it might just be because, while I know age doesn’t really matter at all, maybe I subconsciously feel I’m not exactly where I thought I’d be in life at this age. Don’t get me wrong. I am so, so beyond grateful for my life, my family, my boyfriend, my friends, all of it, but I just can’t wrap my head around being so close to 40 maybe? Granted, Ive been told your 40s are the best years of your life (is that true, 40something friends?), but I am feeling a little emotional about my birthday this year for some reason.
I’m looking very forward to it though!! I have a few dinners with family and friends this and next week and I’m doing another staycation this weekend that I cannot wait for…legitimately counting down the minutes (you know I love a staycay!).
Hope you all have a great week! xx Julie