I'M NOT 26 ANYMORE.

I have never really felt my true age...always felt younger of course. But maybe felt isn't really the right word. Maybe thought would be better. Because as I approach 40 here in the next few years...omgosh did I really just write 40...see that just doesn't look right, NO...I am still 26 in my heart of hearts, my body is telling me differently.

I can no longer sit indian style for more than 3 minutes. Not only do I have a hard time getting to a standing position from sitting indian style but my feet go numb now too. I would much prefer sleep over a late night social occassion. Are you kidding me?...I think and then quickly answer "yes...bed sounds so good." If I do stay up past 11:30pm, I am in serious need of taking an afternoon nap. When I dance around the house with my children, I am quickly out of breath. I am starting to realize just how wise my mom is as I start using her phrases on a regular basis. AND Yesterday, exiting Trader Joes, I had to pause at the curb and seriously think....where did I park? THAT was scary. I have to squint now to read something far away...especially in the evening hours....like my eyes are tired or something. 5 pounds is very hard to lose. I actually find myself explaining to people that I am getting older as an excuse for missing things or forgetting things. I tried to wear leggings the other day with a shorter dress....lets just say it didn't work. My bubble is bursting. I am getting older. Now, I am not saying in any means that 37 is old...it is just that my body is not as young feeling as it used to be.

On the bright side, people who don't know me still guess my age at 26 or 27, when I don't have Kaia or Dave with me. Actually at girl's camp 2 years ago someone thought I was 22. I did a sweet little happy dance over that one! AND I can still do a mean handstand, in perfect form and hold it.

Unfortunately as much as I tell myself I still feel 26 or 27, I am getting older. Today, Dave and I will be attending a second funeral in two weeks for a high school friend whose father has passed away. It is these kind of things that remind you that we all age. We are of the age now that we will be attending funerals. That is sobering. But just to remind myself that I can still act young, I will come home and do a mean handstand! I might even challenge Dave to a "how long can you stand on your hands handstand" just so we remember we are only 37, that's not old right?