My birthday is coming up (yet again.) I am teetering towards that scary age. The age that everyone says is "downhill from here."
I don't know if I want to go downhill. What if I just want to coast for a while? Along the way, I think I'll take in some movies and some vintage lingerie and costume jewelry. I'll laugh like a fool with my friends and drink lambrusco for the heck of it and wear skirts that are probably too short to be respectable. I'll buy more bullet bras and back-comb my hair and wear red lipstick.
I'll listen to my new music discoveries: The Dinning Sisters and Ella Fitzgerald. I'll copy Marilyn Monroe's makeup and probably twist my ankle wearing heels that are too high - but I'll wear them anyway because they're sexy.
After visits to my physical therapist's office to repair damage I did as a mad skater in my teens, I'll create new damage by going on hikes in rough terrain, and I'll probably finally write those steamy sexual romances that have been sitting, in draft format, in a storage box.
Coasting through life? Naaah... I'll be flying downhill and screaming with my arms in the air. This roller coaster ride is only half through.