Picking up my morning coffee, a man walked up to me and used that line. Tall, handsome, well-dressed…and well, I didn’t really care. I said “yes,” and walked away. Now, don’t get me wrong, what woman does not like a pick up line? The kind that never has time to think, works hard, attends school, has a family to take care of, struggles with RA and FMS, etc. Yes, that would be the one. I have learned a long time ago that this is who I am now – a mother, wife, an employee, and maybe, I am entitled to feel beautiful or noticed, but honestly, I don’t care. Granted, my husband wouldn’t notice if I was wearing something sexy over sweats, but really, I am way too old and tired to care.
If anything, I am content with my life. Yes, I want more, but the things that make me happy in 2010 were different than the ones that made me happy in 2000. I guess that is the price of getting older. Your goals change as does your sense of responsibility and commitment.
Apparently, you BECOME 21, you TURN 30, you’re PUSHING 40, you REACH 50 and what happens next? I am past 30 and getting close to 40 and somehow, I don’t care. I welcome it. I look at my children and the older they get and if anything, I am not ready for them to grow so fast, but still, I welcome growing older. As they say, with age comes wisdom. The older I get the wiser I get. I think I like that.
What could be better?