As most of you know, I turned 35 yesterday. THIRTY-FIVE. That’s kind of a big one in the scheme of birthdays. And, I have to admit that for the first time in my life, I was having a hard time with “getting older”. I should explain that a bit. It’s not that I am having a hard time with the actual aging thing – hell I still pass for twenty-five. It’s more the accomplishment thing. I mean, when I go back to the states to visit my friends – I feel like a kid visiting grown ups. My friends all have …very grown up lives and very grown up homes. Me? I am happy to have a few color books and crayons. Seriously.
What have I really done with my life?
I have been married – and divorced. I have lived in Europe for almost three years, and Mexico for a few months. I am well traveled. I have seen a LOT of films and I am able to discuss the in an intelligent manner. I have had great sex. I have gone to some cool music festivals and concerts. I have given away almost all of my possessions. I have shot a hand gun and a semi automatic. I have watched every Star Wars film in order from start to finish in one sitting. I know how to fix a toilet and I can drink whiskey or Absinthe with the best of them. I have been tattooed and I have been broken hearted. I have climbed Pikes Peak (twice), the Grand Canyon, gone rock climbing and white water rafting. I have sang with the LA Philharmonic and been hit on by Paulie Shore. I have met countless celebrities and been on TV. I have been to the Olympic games and I have been to the Rodeo. I have been skinny dipping in public and I have hopped on a train spur of the moment. I played on a baseball team, a Roller Derby team and I was a girl scout, a Brownie, a Bluebird and even a cub Scout. I have brewed my own beer and drank wine that costs more than a months rent. I have been in the audience for a game show and i have won a door prize and a lottery. I have been to NYC and seen a show on Broadway. I have sent a message in a bottle and I have been a good pen pal. I have eaten fish and chips in London and fresh out of the ocean shrimp in Mexico. I have taken a bus for over twelve hours and I have fallen in love. I have slept under the stars, seen a bear, and I have laughed until I cried. I have tiled a floor, built a garden and lived through a few car wrecks. I have been cheated on and I have cheated. I have broken a heart or two. I have lied. I have gambled in Vegas, gone to College and I have kissed the Blarney Stone. I have visited a concentration camp. I was a part of Hands Across America (not by choice…) I have been a waitress, a bartender, a teacher and a slave. I have ridden an elephant and a camel. And a Greyhound. I have left the driving to them. I have watched whales and birds. I have driven PCH alone. I have told my boss to shove it and I have been fired. I have kissed a girl. I have been on welfare.
Hmm…Not bad. So whats left? Well, if I tell you then I’d have to kill you. I’ll just say, I am not done traveling. I have yet to see Paris and Barcelona. And, I will write that book one of these days. But all in all – I think I have done a good job at the whole living thing in the past thirty five years. Sure I don’t own a car or a house or even a dog – but my life is MINE.
Auntie Mame said, “Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.”
Yep, but not me.