There is an old saying of 24 and out door. Well, today I am 24 and I’ll tell you true, I’m here to stay. I’ve done a lot in my 24 years here. I graduated college, got married, moved out on my own and started a career. I’ve been with my husband for 6 years as of this past Friday. We’ve seen it all, we’ve won and lost, succeeded and failed, had nervous break downs and been onto of the world; through it all we always stay true to ourselves and each other.
I remember when I turned 21. I remember every year that passed thrilled me as I was one year older. 16 was a huge deal getting my license. 18 brought with it the idea that I had finally become a grown up. 21 was the final landmark; I could now go anywhere I want without the age restriction. And then it happened, the day after turning 21, once all the glitz and glam had worn off. I was walking through a department store and some clerk was pushing anti-aging products on me. I immediately felt offended and snapped back that I was too young to be bothered with any of that. She laughed at me smirked with another sales woman practically 50 stating, “we all need a little help”.
I use to be someone who was scared of aging. Concerned of gravity’s affect on my body, worried about sun damage and stretch marks and weigh gain. I use to think maybe some day I’d wake up old. Like over night I could become someone else. Then I realized we are simply afraid of numbers. The number on a scale, the number on a birthday cake, the number in our dress. The point is to own it and work it no matter who you are, or what you look like. It is honestly a gift to grow old with another person.