In just a little over 24 hours, I will turn 30. I am looking forward to my birthday, but I don't want to turn 30; I want to remain 29 forever. 29 has been great, and there is something about being in my 20s that makes me think I am young. I am fearful because in my late 20s, my metabolism slowed down a good bit, which amounted to a few pounds finding a permanent home around my middle. Will more unwelcome friends find a new home with me now? Will I start falling apart? For years, I was the youngest everywhere I went, and it has been an adjustment for me to realize that I am no longer the youngest anywhere.
My grandmothers are both in their 80s. Maybe I should follow their example. They don't let age bother them. They are grateful to have logged another year on earth. They are happy that they have become a year older, because it is much better than the alternative.
So, today I will stop whining and complaining about turning 30 and being older. I will make every effort to grow older gracefully and with a happy smile upon my face. After all, a smiling face is more beautiful than a frowning one.
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