I used to dislike birthdays. When I was 29 I dreaded my 30th birthday. Omg, 30 was old!
And then 39 came so fast, that I almost had a whiplash. Omg, 40 was middle age, assuming of course studies were correct in that life expectancy for women was 81!
49 was hell, because the next year I would turn 50, and that was ancient! But 50 came and went, and I still look and feel good. What da? All these time I was so stressed about getting old. When is old? I'm not there yet!
Now, I celebrate my birthdays with gusto. I celebrate life everyday. Everyday I thank God for giving me another wonderful day to live, even if it wasn't that wonderful. Life is good!
btw, Belated Happy Birthday, DowntroddenInDC!