But really, I love my age. I'm ok with getting older, for the most part. Having your body slowly start to fail you, bit by bit, is nettlesome and lame. But I love leaving behind the superficial issues of my youth, for instance, trying to look attractive. It feels more and more pointless as the years go by. I think I eagerly anticipate the old lady years with comfort shoes and mismatched socks. Sounds like a dream! And being at this place is humbling and freeing. I cut my hair after it being long for most of my life and now have this androgynously short hair and i love it. And it makes me not care about being an attractive woman, I guess because I sort of look like a man. And for some reason, that is fun! Even when the small child on the bus asked me if I was a man and when I asked why, he said, "because you have man hair... and a man face." Even when that. I like my man hair and man face.
Speaking of man things, I took on a manly duty this year. It happened in the summertime, when Julian and I were out at the creek after Sean had gone up to the house for something. Julian had to "pee so bad" and, adhering to the strict "small people sit on the toilet" rule in our house, had never actually peed standing up. But since he's too heavy for me to pick up and hold as was our traditional pee