Having Lots Of Birthdays Could Be So Much Fun

Having lots of birthdays does and should not mean you are getting old.  The term "old"  does not have a place in my vocabulary.  Once you add that word into your conversations or into your thought process then you are indeed old.

For most people turning thirty is a big deal.  On my thirtieth birthday a dear friend who was in her seventies took me to lunch and told me I would have more fun in my thirties than at any other time in my life.  I did have a great time chasing around with two active little boys, going back to college, running a small home based business and campaigning a race car with my "then" husband. Throw in a move to Kansas City, then a move to New Jersey with the opportunity to meet new people and see new places made age thirty a lot of fun.

My fortieth birthday came and although I wasn't supposed to have as much fun....I did.  There was a move to Detroit which was a fabulous place to live. Still chasing two active boys around, taking them on great adventures and watching them grow into great little human beings.  There were school activities, rock and roll bands that blasted through the house till all hours of the night and seeing them go through all the beginnings of noticing girls. There was a divorce with a new found freedom and a high school reunion with all my childhood friends who had not changed a bit. Friends said I would be lost when the boys left home. No, not exactly.  I think I told the youngest that I was going to saw his room off the house.  The older boy was drag racing and I went into the racing uniform business and spent my weekends at drag strips around the country.

Fifty was more awesome.  That is when Marshell, the "now" husband popped into my life and a move to Dallas.  We had too much stuff to fit in a house so we leased an old gas station and renovated to into our house.  Lots of room for my design business, all the furniture and cars.  For my fifty-sixth birthday I got a set of vintage Ludwig drums and for my fifty-seventh birthday I got a fifty-seven pink Cadillac.  Both boys found wives that are pretty close to perfect. Marshell retired and we found an old bank in Oklahoma that with eight years of work has turned into a comfortable place to live.

In my sixties and pretty well everyday is fun.  Banjo lessons, roller skating, some travelling, working on the car collection and just having fun with Marshell keeps me young. There are not enough hours in the day or days in the week.  I can honestly say that there is nothing I could do at twenty that I can't do now......well......maybe not the having babies bit.

Get rid of the idea that age has anything to do with not living a great life.  Take the word "old" out of your vocabulary!  You are not "over the hill" at forty instead you are on top of the hill ready to spread your wings and fly.
Throw out all the catch phrases like geezer and old-fart syndrome.  Using them puts you in that category.  Growing up and coming of age in the era of great rock and roll, cool vintage cars, dancing all night and then looking for the next adventure I intend to make all the rest of my decades a heck of a lot of fun.