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Storytime: Realizing My Age


Being indoors all bundled up because of this crazy Cali storm had me feeling like its time to get real for a confession. Why not, right?  Well here it goes!

Have you ever had an epiphany? I am 33 years old and will be 34 this year. I have to say I am realizing my age more with every passing year. Funny because I don't feel like I am getting older, but my mind and body is starting to tell me otherwise. Lol.



Funny story...
I was having a conversation over the holidays with my favorite cousin from my Dad's side (if you are reading this you know who you are) and a conversation sparked between us about our age. We were listening to  the new Bruno Mars album and talking about music. The conversation basically went like this, we were talking about how "they" don't make music like "they" used too and how much we both were really feeling this unlike other music today when I had a light bulb moment. I told her, I figured it out, we are not only acting like, but sounding just like our parents did when we were much younger. How crazy that is that it truly has come full circle!

So I proceeded to tell my cousin about how much I've been reminded lately of my age which lead into this little story.  Lets start with a question...does anyone remember back in the day, cruising in your car, listening to your favorite tunes with the music blaring, and the windows down? Well, that was me all the way pre-kids. Ask anyone that is close to me and they can attest to that. Unlike the evolved me, nowadays I have a maximum volume number that is tolerable and I rarely exceed that. Anyway, over the last few months of 2016, we happened to have an exceptionally sunny day here in the bay for winter. I was enjoying some of my favorite music during my commute home and I exited the freeway for the final stretch with the windows down. Now, picture this, I had "Breaking My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes)" by Mint Condition on and was singing my heart out and enjoying every minute of it until I pulled up to a red light. I was stopped and was obliviously lost in the song, head bobbing, driver-side dancing and singing when the infamous horn break of the song came in.  Unbenounced to me as I was thoroughly enjoying bobbing my head to the beat, I had that feeling you get when someone is watching you. Well, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the car to my right and I froze. I realized that there was a car full of 20 somethings with the heads cocked towards my car, mouths gaping, with that "look at the old lady" face of disgust. Lol After the moment had passed they turned up their radio to enjoy a Fetty Wap song. Lol To say I realized my age is an understatement. I rolled my windows up and couldn't help but laugh at myself as I continued the 15min stretch to my house. All that replayed in my mind was how I used to laugh at my parents and tease them about how they "got into their music." Man, oh man!

So the moral of the story is there will be many moments in your life when you will be reminded of your age and that you arent a kid or "young" anymore, but it's how you react. I am choosing to gracefully accept that I'm not as young and cool as I think I am in my own mind, but that's okay because I am constantly growing and changing. Life is way too precious and short to worry about silly things like how many years you've been on this planet. I choose to not take myself so seriously, to sing loud, and always keep on laughing. 😘

DISCLAIMER:
All stories are my own with the true unadulterated facts because I have no shame and I ain't got no time for lies.😂 Thanks for stopping by!

Comments

  1. Sounds all too familiar. In my eyes I still see my little girl. Don't change!

    Dad

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