Okay Turning Grace fans…
Today is my 31st birthday. As you can see, there was no exclamation point at the end of that sentence. Yes, I am that person that doesn’t enjoy their birthdays anymore.
The other day I found 2, TWO visible grays near the front of my hairline. It doesn’t really bother me as much because I call those silver little streaks my wisdom (and I think it’s kind of cute). However, I have noticed that for the past few months every time I stand from a sitting position, my hip hurts. I literally have to limp for a few seconds back into an upright position.
So I know you’re probably saying 31 isn’t old at all, but this is the year that marks me completely out of my 20s. I was hoping when I turned 30 that somehow, someway the universe would understand that my 20s were amazing and it would grant me a redo. A sort of alternate reality, turning back the time when I felt young and powerful. Back to the days when I could go out partying all night long for 2 days straight without sleep.
I don’t necessarily go to bed at 7 p.m. nowadays, but just the thought of club hopping through the wee hours of the night is exhausting now. I would much rather stay in with the hubby and play video games on a Friday night.
Don’t get me wrong, life is great at this very moment. But turning 31 means I will be 32 next year and before I know it, I will have a full head of gray hair and the hubby and I will have matching walkers.
While my birthdays are just…birthdays now, today is actually kind of special.
It’s Turning Grace’s 1 year anniversary! This day denotes 1 year since I published my first novel and since I could call my myself an author. That’s pretty amazing.
Moral of my sappy story:
I hate that I’m getting older…but I love that I’m a writer. And at this time next year, there will be a new book added to the Turning Grace series and who knows, maybe something different.
Happy Birthday, Turning Grace!