Friday, May 28, 2010
Okay...seriously, when I am not near a mirror I swear I am 26. You heard me right, 26, not 36! It blows my mind when I have trouble doing a cartwheel in the yard with the kids...or climbing up the stairs of my kid's tree house...why is this hard...oh yea, "I'm 44." Crazy. When I'm 70 will I still be 26 in my head? When does this change. Now I'm officially the age of my dear mother when I thought her officially OLD. Am I old? No...but definitely middle aged, but the soul is still a young girl. My daughter said to me the other night that I am too old to have a baby. She is just mimicking my mantra, but still I paused and said, "Hey...I'm not old." Yes, another of life's paradox. When does the soul and body reconcile to the same age grouping? Not sure, I will let you know if this ever happens. Until then, I cartwheel away....when no one is looking of course.