I’ve been looking forward to turning a half-century old since kindergarten. Like for realz. Even my mother remembers my counting in 25s and realizing that my birth year aligned with a neat quarter-count.
I am one year shy of that magical number and have spent so long looking forward to it that I honestly have a hard time making sense of the dread that is supposed to come with aging. Yeah… the post-dancing aches were not something I had to deal with at 25, but can you imagine living in that 25-yr old brain now? Oosh.
Today, there will be cake and celebrating and the year will hold what it holds but feeling lucky I get to live it and even luckier to make it to 50.
Besos, papi. Pensando en ti… siempre.
Discover more from aneelee
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
