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March 20, 2008 Age Before Beauty 
On Monday, I will be 33. I'm telling you this now because Monday, half of you will be enjoying Easter festivities with nary a thought for your typical blog addiction. I'm also telling you this now because the blog turned 3 last week (such nice, synchronous round numbers) and this way I get to pretend I didn't simply forget to mention it. (Bad blogger.) I'm still waiting to get creeped out by the numbers creeping higher. Thirty-three. It's not that the passage of time doesn't bother me; it does, I resent every second I lose. It's not that I relish the experience of being old, or even being older; if I did, I would hardly put so much effort into my health. It's not that I think that after death comes some marvelous adventure, a la Peter Pan; I don't, I think life is, as one writer put it, a brief flash of light bookended by two periods of eternal darkness. It's that by all biological rights I should have died fifteen years ago. And I didn't. Generally speaking, one only gets to be 25 forever when one dies at 25. Given the two options on offer, I'll take age. I get to be 33! Maybe I'll even get to be 45 or, hell, let's throw caution to the wind: 60! Thank you Banting and Best and the international medical-technology machine your invention spawned; I may hate the necessity of being part of it, but at least I have the choice. It's true that I've done none of the things I'd planned to, by 33, and have undone substantial parts of the things I had managed to accomplish in their place. But I'm trying to use that as a reminder to make better use of my time and stay more faithful to the goals that really matter to me. ("World's Best and Most Up-to-Date Scrapbook" is, as it turns out, disposable; I can write instead.) At the very least 33 has got to be better than 32. I expect it will come with a few more greys and a few more lines, and that click in my knee when I walk upstairs can only get louder. My opportunities for saying "Why, that must have been twenty years ago now" will increase, my ability to get up as soon as the alarm goes off will further detereriorate, and my chances of having a novel published by 33 have essentially vanished. I'm ok with that. Posted by Andrea at March 20, 2008 8:25 AM under Me EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Happy birthday/blogday. You know, Andrea, my mid-thirties were a magical time. I am hoping the same is true for you. Posted by: Mad at March 20, 2008 9:05 AM
Happy Birthday and Blogiversary! Posted by: cinnamon gurl at March 20, 2008 9:29 AM
You also get to celebrate your successful completion of another orbit around the sun. It's worth celebrating, I think. It's a long, long way round. Congratulations! Posted by: Mary L. at March 20, 2008 10:56 AM
My best friend of 28 years kindly informed me on Monday that 33 is old. I think she's full of crap. And I'm much happier being the me I am at 33 than the me I was at 23 or 13. 33 is treating me very well thus far, and I hope it does the same for you. Posted by: Morrigan at March 20, 2008 11:10 AM
At least you're not turning 35 like me in a few months. Halfway through my 30's. ACK! Posted by: LauraJ at March 20, 2008 11:29 AM
I say it's not the age that counts, it's what you do with it. (so says 37). Have a great day and thanks for all the great posts. Posted by: Cath at March 20, 2008 2:43 PM
Happy three and thirty three. Your blog continues to get better and better and so, I am sure, will you. Posted by: Mary G at March 20, 2008 7:00 PM
Happy Birthday! Happy Blogiversary! Posted by: Sue at March 20, 2008 9:52 PM
Happy Blogiversary! (And happy birthday too -- hedging my bets in case I forget to mention it on Monday.) Posted by: Miche at March 21, 2008 8:34 AM
Happy 33! I just turned 33 and I know it has to be better than 32. Posted by: ccw at March 26, 2008 11:37 AM
Happy, happy!! Age 33 is perfect for a first date.... when you're wearing a lovely skirt. Treat yourself. I dare you! Posted by: Single Mom Seeking at March 26, 2008 2:15 PM
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