I'm Still Young!

It's no secret I'm 41 and, most days, I'm fine with that. Others dread the "big" birthdays past 20- 30, 40, 50, and beyond- but I have embraced each new decade. My 20s were exceptionally difficult for me. Those years felt like an unending array of challenges. So, when 30 came around I felt liberated. I woke up that morning of my birthday and felt lighter. Literally. It was lovely. My 30s proved to be a biggest and best decade of my life, providing many of my adult milestones- meeting my husband to be, getting married, welcoming the wondrous tornado that is our daughter. When I hit 40, I felt much the same way. A feeling of coming into my own yet again, in a newer and more mature way.

But every once in a while, I get a pang for days gone by. Maybe it's the fact I recently watched the Grammy's, as I do every year. This year was a bit different because I have a friend who attended. Her husband's band was nominated for best children's album (Justin Roberts; friend's husband is the drummer, FYI) and I've spent the last few days living vicariously through her Facebook posts, photos, and messages. So fun to watch the fun and weigh in on shoe choices, new hair, and celebrity sightings.

And let's talk about Katy Perry. I have my regular forays into pop music but something about Katy Perry just captivates me. And such catchy music! Any of you out there get the same stirrings when "Teenage Dream" comes on? Doesn't it make you want to stay out late on a summer night?

But mostly as I watch, I just keep thinking that I'm glad I don't have to sit through 4+ hours of all the hoopla. Sure, I like the music and all that. But I like being at home with my husband even more. My perspective has changed, as have my priorities, and I'm fine with that. But I can still feel 25, right?