On Wishes

posted by Momo Fali on November 6, 2014

This is a good week, because some of my favorite people in the world celebrate their birthdays. If you weren’t born this week, that’s okay, I still like you. Kind of.

Birthdays are a funny thing. I enjoy celebrating them when they belong to someone else and I like the wishing on the candles part of my own, but the whole getting older thing? I could do without.

Somewhere between 27 and 43, I was living my life, but I don’t remember much of it. That portion is a blur of spit-up, home improvements, career changes, my son’s surgeries, puppy poop, bad hair and mom jeans. I don’t think people should go to college until they are in their 40s, because you don’t really know who you are, or who you want to be, until then.

I wish I could go back in time and relive those years, knowing what I know now; I would’ve done things a lot differently. But, unless Michael J. Fox pulls into my driveway I don’t think that’s possible. I blame the Libyan terrorists.

So, on my next birthday, I think I’ll blow out the candles and wish for the knowledge of an 80 year old so I don’t waste any more time.

    Comments

  • Melisa


    I just had a panic attack at dinner about turning 46. But maybe that’s the alcohol talking.

  • Amie


    I have a friend who owns a time machine…he rents it out for events. Maybe something to consider for your next birthday (if you plan on celebrating it in California, that is–doubt he could get his hands on enough plutonium to bring it to Ohio): http://www.rentthedelorean.com/

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