Ahhhhh….the irony of Paula’s last post. I’m living and breathing While We’re Young.
That’s me with my new friends on our lunch break from Connections Through Color & Design.
Go ahead. Laugh. My kids did. And then my daughter exclaimed how they’re all so pretty…and young.
I’m the punchline to the joke, “are you their Mom?”
Being a Freshman at age 45 is far different than my first time around in 1988. Back then I may have been sassy and skinny and smooth, but my current “old” organizational skills, time management, eating habits, and outfits crush who I was back then. I wouldn’t trade this Freshman year for anything. Not even being 18.
I’m in finals and just woke up from a nap in the Library. Stamina might be an issue for the old broad, but slow and steady wins the race.
Next week I step up to become an incoming Sophomore. I think I’m going to celebrate with a piercing and an over-aged shot of tequila after I finish shopping at Forever 21. Here’s a few items my former 18-year-old self would have skipped paying parking tickets for. I may not be be or feel forever 21, but I can shop there. Now back to my nap. xo