Jun 20, 2017

So it begins...

Welcome, reader! Unless you’re one of my friends, I don’t have the slightest clue as to how you stumbled upon this page. There are way too many blogs out there and I’m not delusional enough to think this one will catch people’s attention.
With or without readers, I will pour my thoughts onto this page hoping it will bring a smile to someone’s face or even help someone in some way.
I’ve always really enjoyed writing, though I know I don’t have a talent for it or anything that interesting to say. But you'll see for yourself.

I thought I'd start writing a blog when I turned thirty. I always considered that reaching that age would be a somewhat traumatizing event, something I'd need to share with the world; but it wasn't traumatizing at all, really. That day was kind of funny actually, now that I look back.
I was having some problems with my neck at that time. I was on a lot of pain killers, was wearing a neck brace, had slept almost all day, hadn't taken a shower... You can imagine the state I was in.
My friends and family knew I wasn't well and there wasn't gonna be a party, so I made no effort to get out of bed that day.
It was 11 PM, the day was almost over and I had forgotten it was even my birthday... Then the doorbell rang. My husband answered the door.
You look through the peephole and see a bunch of people ready to celebrate your stinky damaged wife, maybe give her a little notice before opening the door... Right?? But no. He opened the door, my friends came inside with cake, champagne, flowers...and filming the whole thing. I got out of bed looking like a horror movie character, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. I made them stop filming me and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. It took me a while to get ready as I was having trouble moving my spine and in the meantime the shock subsided. I got out of the bathroom with a smile on my face, happy to see everybody and I actually had a great time.
So no real trauma that day... But the truth is... the fear of getting old slowly infiltrated my mind without me even noticing. Every new gray hair, every new wrinkle makes me a little nervous. What has changed the most is the fact that time seems more important now. Can’t waste the remaining of my youth (anymore)... I need to be the best person I can be, right now.