*grin*

I think I’ll always feel young because I have a September birthday and spent the first 22 years of my life being “younger” than everyone else in my class. I’m 37 now, and still assume I’m younger than everyone around me.
Until yesterday – I was emailing someone about a get-together with my small group. Telling her about who will be there, I said, “I’m 37 and the other women are…all in their 20s!” There is one other woman in her 30s, but she won’t be there. Used to be we were the pups in small group – now we’re the old ones. Ha!
So, I think the 30s are OK, but secretly? I’m looking forward to 40. Yeah – I’m weird.

OMG I had no idea.

Well that certainly explains a lot. LOL

When I was 32, I had a 8 yr old and a 3 yr old and was freshly divorced from their father. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done, was being on my own with a part-time job, two children to raise alone, and an ex who married the woman he had an affair with before the ink was dry on our divorce. Oh, and who was paying bare minimum child support. Thank the good Lord for food stamps or I’d have never made it.

Now I’m 50, my kids are 26 and 21, I have remarried and inherited two stepdaughters and two step-grandsons. I have a master’s degree and am director of HR for a large nonprofit.

And I have a pillbox. Dammit I’m old. LOL

Every day you wake up is a good day. 32 is a wonderful age — I LOVED my 30s. Treasure it.

{{Hugs}}

Keep up the good work!

Everything seemed so fragile.

It still does.

Gah.

Here’s to being in our thirties and struggling with our own mortality and our bodies.

Yuck.