Today I am old....er.
I've recieved cards, gifts, phone calls, emails, e-cards and all the other hoopla that makes having a birthday fabulous...but I'm stuck on the fact that I am old...er.
The 'official' "you are allowed to be braindead, your still in your 20's" phase is over. I am a full fledge adult now. I'm not a happy camper.
Lance is already old...er-er. (He's 34 *lol*) so he's already gone over this hump and he doesnt get why it's even something I am thinking about. Ah...love is blind *lol*
Last night Lance's sister took me out for dinner...I thought it was just gonna be a quiet family thing...I thought wrong. Everyone was there. Including those happy clapping birthday song screaming make you stand up on your chair and wear a stupid hat waiters and waitresses. So not happy.
old...er people shouldnt try to climb on restaurant furniture. You really hurt your butt when you fall off. You really hurt your pride when everyone in the restaurant laughs. Lance is soooooo gonna suffer on his next birthday. He planned the whole thing. (quit laughing!)
Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what is still possible for you to do.
Freedom is knowing that in every moment you have a choice. Limitation is not exercising that choice. Every time you require a definition you acquire a limitation.
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