Number Game

Today I am 31.  31 on paper seems old, not that old but older.  I still swear I am 25 and sometimes act like that crazy, naive 21 year old.  That good old cliche of age is just a number or you're only as old as you feel is something I am starting to believe a little more every year.  I still remember when my mom turned 31 and that to me is just surreal.  Age is one of those things that just seems to creep up a little faster each year and you find yourself seeing your little brother become a real grown up or looking at the latest, greatest wrinkle cream. Realizing your parents are closer to 60 than 50 is also something that I can not wrap my head around.  Maybe I have a difficult time with change? Nah, it just seems like time is going by in the blink of an eye.  When I turned 30, many people told me your 30s are the best.  Hmm.  The jury is still out on that but let's see what 31 brings. 

But I must say the best thing about turning 31 is that I will be spending a week in paradise.  No kids saying my name a billion times a day, no correcting work, no planning, no laundry, no getting up early.   All I need to worry about is which drink matches my swimsuit. (As long as it has booze in it, I don't care what color it is.)  So let the week long birthday celebration begin!  Aloha!!