With age comes wisdom…
Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter…
It’s not the number that counts, it’s how you feel….
In a little over two weeks it will be my birthday…… again, and I have to admit, I am feeling OLD these days.
Maybe it’s because my torn LCL has me hobbling around like Yoda, or because I recently got my first grey hairs (in my eyebrows – go figure), or because we hung out with teenagers at the Gravity Park last week.
Maybe it’s because I am the “old” mom at school pick up where the majority of the moms seem to be closer to 30 than 40.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t been sleeping well for weeks and the dark circles are taking on that shade of really unhealthy purply black, or maybe that my skin is chronically dry, my patience is short and every picture taken is a “bad” one these days. Thank god for Instagram filters right?!
My rational brain knows I have so much to be thankful for and that I am lucky to have logged almost 43 years on this lovely planet of ours. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t be a little bit sad about getting older as well. I’d like to think that it’s normal to mourn the passing of my youth (can you even call your 40’s youth?) and especially as my kids get older and older the years seem to whiz by all too fast.
It all kind of drives you to drink a wee bit non? 😉
But one thing that really does get better with age is Whiskey, and lucky for me I have a bottle of lottery-available-only Laird of Fintry Single Malt Whiskey from Okanagan Spirits Craft Distillery to keep me company through my pre-birthday blues.