This is 39

Remember how I was going to update this blog in a timely manner? Hahahaha. That did not happen. But, so what who cares?

I've been reflecting on my age a lot lately. I am well into 39 years old. Some would even round up my age to 40 (I'm looking at you dad.) I can't believe that I almost 40. I am tired. And, also feel very aware that I am a MOM and not a "cool mom." This one makes me a little sad. Especially because for a while there I thought I was really cool. NEWSFLASH: I am not cool. I think when you have an almost teenager living with you, your age really stares you right in the face. 

But, I am actually okay with all of this aging. What I am NOT cool with is that I feel like I am running out of time.  Running out of time to write my novel, to make out with Dave Matthews, to go backpacking through Europe subsiding only on baguettes and cheese and wine. To save approximately a million dollars for my retirement.

My hair is getting grayer and grayer literally by the second. I am getting carded less and less. I prefer to sit in the pavilion at concerts. I cannot handle when someone wears leggings as pants in an office. However, I have finally found a really good bra, and have also embraced that I just really love wearing a robe and slippers as much as I possibly can. 

This really has no point. The point is that I am forcing myself to write and to post somewhere, and since I have this place on the interwebs, I figured what the hell!?  It's called keeping myself accountable. LOOK IT UP, KAREN.

Good talk.

(I realize I have just done what I like to call "Shouting into the Darkness." I am not sure how I feel about this.)