
Every year I start calling myself whatever age it is I will turn in March...perhaps its to try the new age on for size before I have to commit. Or because I have always wanted to be older. To be taken seriously as a designer, in business, as an independent woman. This year has been tough to grasp...I've been having a few issues with this birthday. Every woman has her scary age...and every woman has her own personal idea of why it scares her, and well...my scary has always been the age I turn today, 35.
When I step back, I'll admit that I'm amazed at what I have done in 35 years...amazed that I have fit so much in! Shocked that I have followed my childhood dream to become a designer and proud that I am accomplishing my adult dream of being considered a good one, and even more so, glad that I have the confidence to write it all here.
Still. I find myself surprised when I hear a character in a movie commend herself for "still looking good at..." or saying "it's never too late, even at..." and then ends her sentiments with...35. Oof. It kind of irks me that men never utter such lines in these movies, but maybe I've just missed those.
Today I plan on taking a little time to stand still. Because if life continues flying by at this pace, I'll be forty in the blink of an eye!
*photo of me...as a kid in the early 80's, you know the days before we realized that seat belts might be a good idea.