Does turning 37 make me an antique? Almost. A trip to my favourite place in Brisbane on my birthday made me feel a little less psychotic about being 37.
Yes, age is just a number, I still look fabulous (HA HA HA) and my life is a riotous thrill ride of fabulousness (you know, changing pooey nappies and sitting though Finding Nemo 17 times a day) BUT this birthday has still knocked me around a little.
I think it's because my sister turned 40 this year. The same thing happened when she turned 30- I freaked out about being 27. Oh, to be 27!! Although, I wouldn't go back to being 27 for a squillion bucks. When I was 27, I thought I wasn't allowed to be happy, and I just had to bounce through life like a pinball in a machine. At 37, my life makes me happy. Imagine how happy I'll be when I'm 40!!!
|Outside the Woolloongabba Antique Centre. Art is awesome.|
Gillian for Tessie Designs