I remember when I was very young, January 7th was always a special day for me. Not quite as special as July 14th, but still very important. The day when I could officially tell adults that I am nearing their age and slightly wiser than they had expected. The day I could say, “I am <insert age> and a half years old.”
Why were we so adamant about growing up in those days? I wanted nothing more than to be older. I would start talking about my upcoming birthday around April or May and the conversation wouldn’t end (even after my birthday had passed) until close to August. My birthday, the day I was one year older, was always such a coveted and desired moment.
“If only I were 8 years old, then I could do ….”
“When I turn 13, I will be able to….”
“OHMYGODMYPARENTSARESOANNOYING! I can’t wait until I am 18…”
“The second I turn 21, I’m headed to the bar and ordering 21…..”
But distant are the days where becoming older was exciting. Now, I am reminded on a regular basis that getting older has many drawbacks. Take grey hairs for example. Someone please tell me why I am finding grey hairs on my head before I have even reached the age 25. this. is. not. okay.
However, I think we all have moments when we realize we are getting older and it doesn’t end in some sort of dramatic hair appointment to cover those stubborn greys or a Nascar race to the department store to buy the most expensive eye cream on the market, trying to magically remove those little lines “that weren’t there yesterday.”
This morning I woke up at 7am. Turned my alarm off. Made my coffee and breakfast. Read the latest news online. Planned out my workout (back and bicep day). And then sat down to write this post around 8am. It was in that hour window that I realized I have grown up.
Why am I awake so early? I don’t work until 2pm. Most 24-year-olds would be sound asleep until at least 11am if they didn’t have to work before the afternoon. But I realized this morning that I like waking up early (someone please call an ambulance. surely my mother has passed out reading that). I like accomplishing things in my day before anyone else. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am definitely not a ‘morning person’ per se. I still won’t want to talk to you prior to 10 am and get quite irritable when simplest things go wrong. But I would definitely say that I have grown up from my sleep-like-you’re-in-a-coma-until-2pm earlier years. And this particular milestone of growing up is something I am happily embracing.
Now, if only I could get rid of these wrinkles and grey hairs.