Three Months from tonight will be my last post as 38 and Growing. It's hard to believe that I am over 2/3 of the way through this project. A lot has happened. I have met such BEAUTIFUL people. I still have a lot I want to do. So the clock is ticking. The calendar pages are turning. Like the Byrds sang, to everything there is a season -- turn, turn, turn.
So thank you for going along with me. I learn from you. I lean on you. Like a friend on a drive, you make singing to the radio a thousand times more fun.
All my life, I've known that I was weird. Growing up, well, weird is not cool. It's not endearing or interesting, it's... you know, weird. Now I won't lie to you, weirdness does not become suddenly cool in your 30's. (Interesting, maybe. Endearing, to those who already love you) But something can happen and did happen. Not in my 20s. Not in most of my 30s. But this year. This 39th year of life.
Drum Roll, please...
I stopped caring! I'm not cool. Or collected, for that matter. I am no Grace Kelly floating through the room in Dior couture. (Don't tell my mom this. She has somehow decided that I look like the Princess. It's just proof that there is no end to a mother's love. But for those of living on Earth...) I am no Michelle Pfeiffer looking for a "Cool Rider" with my Pink Lady jacket and a forbidden cigarette strutting across the school lawn. (Yes, I know ONJ as Sandy was in the better film and a WAY better singer but I wanted to be Stephanie in the second film). I am no Man eater -- Glenn Close, for example -- meeting men, having them fall in love with me and never getting clingy or worse yet, goofy. Goofy, I invented goofy. Walt Disney might hold the trademark but I mastered it!
So not cool. So weird. So goofy. That is me. And I have decided that I kind of like it. Surprising, huh? So thanks for coming by to visit the not cool, weird, goofy girl.
So my cool, collected, graceful friends, please keep coming to see me as I put this project to bed. On July 6th, I won't be 38 anymore, but I hope that I'll still be growing. If you've got any ideas for the name of the next incarnation, let me now. You have exactly 91 days to share. :-)