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It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to.

But I don’t want to. Nope, I’m not crying. As crazy as it sounds, birthdays don’t bother me. Well, not much anyway. No, I don’t like getting older, but as the cliché says, it beats the heck out of the alternative. Dying young just doesn’t appeal to me.

Besides . . . I don’t feel old. Don’t get me wrong, I have a few aches and pains that I didn’t have before. Body parts aren’t as perky as they once were, and there’s a few lines around my eyes that I didn’t have years ago, but I still don’t feel old. Not mentally.

I still want and love a lot of the same things I wanted and loved when I was in my twenties. I want to look better in a pair of jeans. I want a good bra. I want to laugh and lunch with girlfriends. I want my hubby to want to be beside me, to occasionally rock my world, and to enjoy spending time with me as much I enjoy spending time with him. I want my home to be comfortable and a good place to live. I want to have enough money to fulfill the needs and a few wants of myself and those I love. I want the people I love to be healthy and successful. I want to feel accomplished in my own career, and still experience the buzz that comes from being challenged. I want a good book to read with a happy ending.

Now I agree, that as I’ve aged, I’ve found myself wanting some things that maybe I didn’t think were so important when I was young. For example: Comfortable shoes. The younger Christie would have bought a pair of shoes on looks alone. If they matched an outfit perfectly, they were coming home with me. Now, I still want my shoes to look good, but honey, there is nobody I want to impress so badly that I’ll wear shoes that will hurt my tootsies.

And that bra that I wanted in my twenties? I used to want it to put the girls out there, now I want it to keep the girls up there. And speaking of the girls, and something I didn’t think about wanting in my twenties, I want someone to come up with an alternative method of doing a mammogram. I still believe if they had to put men’s boys in a vice grip and smash ‘em to check for testicular cancer, there would be an alternate method of annual exams. Yup, my birthday week included a mammogram. My tatas are good for another year. Have you gotten your mammogram?

I also agree that as we age, we acquire some wisdom. Here are a few things that I wish the younger Christie had known.

Don’t spend so much time obsessing about that extra five pounds, and spend more time appreciating and caring for the body you have. Chances are, you’ll look back and wish you looked that good again.

Be particular who you allow into your life. Some people don’t deserve you.

Don’t be afraid of change, instead be scared shitless of becoming stagnate.

Don’t let anyone make you a victim; it can take years to see yourself as anything but one if you do.

Don’t beat yourself up about the mistakes you make, but always learn from them.

No matter how worn out you feel as a new mom, savor those moments because they will turn out to be some of your favorite memories.

When your kids hit the teen years, just remember this too will pass.

Spend time talking with your older relatives; once they’re gone, you’ll wish you did.

Whenever you think you’re too old for something, think again. You’ll never get any younger.

If you can do the splits and cartwheels, don’t stop doing them just because. You’ll wish you could still do them in fifteen years.

Okay…so there you have it, my thoughts on birthdays, aging, along with some bits of wisdom. What about you guys? Any bits of wisdom you’d like to share? Complaints about mammograms or getting older? Come on, let’s have some fun today.


Now about that contest? To win a copy of Born at Midnight, pop over to http://www.cchunterbooks.com/ and join my newsletter and then post a comment on my blog. On December 1st, I’ll be giving away an ARC, an advanced reader copy of the book. And then come back in two weeks, on December 7th, to Killer Fiction because I’m going to host another contest and give away another ARC.