Aging Graciously

aging graciously

Last month I was privileged to participate in a long overdue family celebration. ¬†We met at grandpa’s in Old Town Eureka Springs Arkansas. ¬†While delighting the senses with a decadent spread of hors d’oeuvres and Argentine Malbec, we began discussing birthday festivities. ¬†Not so much as a casual mention of turning 35 sent my sister into roaring laughter. ¬†She turned to me and asked, “seriously Kate?” ¬†To which I appropriately responded, “what?” “You’re not turning 35,” she said, “you’re turning 34 fool.” ¬†I must admit, I had to take a minute to calculate. ¬†After a rage of laughter, I began thinking…

Honestly, who cares?  I cared so little, I forgot.

Age isn’t so much a number, as it is a feeling. ¬†Much like numbers on a scale. ¬†It doesn’t matter what the numbers read. ¬†It’s all about where you are in mind, body and soul.

American culture glorifies milestone birthdays. ¬†A child’s first birthday generally entails a celebration of outlandish proportions. ¬†13 is an age of growth and development. ¬†At 18, one can legally purchase tobacco, or in many countries, alcoholic beverages. ¬†At 21, the doors of opportunity open to the bar or club scene. ¬†All SO exciting, and encouraging. ¬†Birthdays at these ages are truly celebrated! ¬†What happens after the 21st milestone is rather peculiar. ¬†Especially so in the female department. ¬†Suddenly the celebrating turns into denial and “don’t mention it.”

What’s this all about?

I vividly recall my 30th birthday. ¬†Weeks prior to the ‘dirty thirty’ I was bombarded with negative commentary. ¬†Twenty somethings started coming out of the wood work announcing their repugnance for the alleged dooms day. ¬†I couldn’t quite figure it out. ¬†I was exceptionally enthusiastic for my 30’s. ¬†I was convinced they would be years of epic proportions, and I was right!

To all the 20 something ladies out there contributing to the negative connotation associated with aging: 30’s are your 20’s, with perks! ¬†I’m turning 34 today! ¬†I can genuinely say I’m feeling physically empowered, mindfully self assured and emotionally stable (that is, as emotionally stable as a woman can be at any given age). ūüėČ ¬†Last year’s work will inevitably lead to this years strength and progression.

I’m grateful to turn another year wiser. ¬†Let the festivities begin!

2 thoughts

  1. I freaked out at 30–mostly because I thought I would have everything figured out by then! But the world gets curiouser and curiouser…


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