I celebrated my birthday on Friday. My 39th birthday.
My last birthday in my 30's, with 40 chasing close on my tail.
And I am not sure if it is an unconscious desire to retain my youth and vitality, but as I get older, all I want to do to celebrate my birthday is act as immaturely as I possibly can.
And the older I get, the worse I want to behave!
No staid, polite dinner parties quaffing wine wines and discussing politics and foreign films for me.
I want to channel my inner troubled teen, get pickled, dance on bars, laugh with strangers and enjoy my birthday with great pals listening to great music.
This year was to be no exception, with the gang and I heading to the bright lights of the city to catch a fave old band of mine, The Fratelli's, for some shimmying and shaking, bopping and grooving. It had been perfectly providential that The Fratelli's were playing their one and only Melbourne show on my birthday.
A show just for me! Thanks guys!
With brilliant gifts like my amazing Dangerfield dress with the beautiful tropical print that I wore on the night (I had been eyeballing it for ages and it just happened to go on sale before my birthday - yay!),
and this awesome, one of a kind barbie ring, combined with a night of fun and frivolity, I don't mind having to get that little bit older.
Yes, when I look in the mirror I see a head speckled with grey and a face with a few more lines around the eyes and mouth. The body I look at is fuller and my mind feels a great deal fuzzier.
But for each of those lines is a smile or a laugh that created it, each grey hair an experience that shaped the person I am today, and each lump and bulge on my body is a badge of honour from babies and battles fought and won.
I can't say that I will not be a neurotic, blubbering mess when 40 finally catches me, but for now I feel happy, serene and satisfied with my age and the life I have lived to get to this number.
I have a wonderful family and friends to thank for my happiness, but I also have so many of you out there to thank for my age acceptance (nay, age celebration!), because I never knew there were so many unbelievably inspiring, funny, wise and beautiful ladies out there who did not let age dictate how fabulous they could be.
So, to you ladies, I raise my glass full of birthday cheer, and say thank you!