32 years

I get carded every time I go to have a drink, play roulette in Vegas, and try to rent a car.  It really annoys me.

“Are you 25?”

“Wow, you are thirty-two?”

“I thought you were my daughter’s age?”

My older friends say enjoy it while it lasts because when I am their age, I will  love it and even hope to be asked to prove I am over twenty-one.  Okay, I do have to admit I am glad that I am a young 32 because that gives me a better chance of being a young 42.  And who in their right mind wants to hear, “Gees, I thought you were older than that.”

I have been thinking about my age a lot lately due to two of my classmates just recently passing away.  One with cancer and one died in his sleep.  It is hard to believe that someone my age should even be concerned with death.  “That is for old people.”  Being the daughter of older parents, my dad,75, and mom 68, I am used to people passing away, but it really hit me when I saw someone I went through high school with lying in a coffin.  It is a chilling.  It makes you think about your life and whether or not if you pass tomorrow, you are happy with the life you have lived.

I say to people all the time, “life is short.”  And, “you only have one life to live.”  So, why do we not live the way we want?  Why do we work 1/3 of our lives?  Sleep 1/3 and complain most of the other 1/3?  Is this really living a good life?  That 1/3 we do have control over, we should make the most of.

This is one lesbian looking to break the norm and live that 1/3 of my life to the fullest…every day.