55 Eve
Today is my last day of being 54. At 2:28 tomorrow morning, my odometer flips to 55. I'm not sure how I feel about this. 40 was traumatic. I cried a lot. At 45 I still had a little one to navigate through growing up and finding herself in the world, so my focus was anywhere but the number I had to put on forms. 50 happened during the whole COVID mess. Disappointing that this milestone had to go by without the celebration I'd been looking forward to. And now 55. I'll say all the things everyone says, because, why not: I don't feel a day over 30 (except for that pinched nerve in my back that just happened while I was brushing my teeth this morning). If 50 is the new 40 then 55 is the new 45, right? Maybe in terms of life expectancy, but 50 is still 50. I'm growing old gracefully, embracing the wrinkles (laugh lines) and gray hair (silvery sparkles), but I did go pink for awhile earlier this year. My memory...