Leave it to a birthday to truly put you in your place.
Yesterday, I turned 36 - oh yes, I'm singing it from the mountain tops because not only did I get to eat breakfast in bed, receive a gorgeous flower delivery from her, dinner with almost all of my family and a visit by another friend bearing wine (those kind of visits are always welcome!), but Wyatt told me, "Mom, you must like your birthday this year because it is the first time you haven't complained about what age you were turning."
Silly boy, I just hadn't complained in front of him. Shhhhhhhh.
It's funny. 36 feels different. I'm not sure how, or why, but it just does. When I turned 21 I had a plan for the year, a mindset on what I'd like to do (mainly including all the places I'd now be able to go without my older cousin's borrowed i.d.). Turning 30, I was distracted by the baby girl in my belly and lucked out on any roasting-type ceremonies by friends (thankfully). I was in preggo mode and nothing could snap me out of it, not even a big birthday such as that. And when I turned 35 last year, I had all of these goals, all of these ideas of what 35 would look like and what I would make it be.
None of it happened.
I just am.
And now I'm another year older. I haven't accomplished most of what I'd set out a year ago to accomplish. Yet, I'm at peace. I haven't lost a million pounds, organized every inch of my home to within a millimeter of perfection and I have yet to win the lottery. But, that's okay. I haven't been offered a job writing for a prestigious publication and I haven't been asked to stand in as a body double for any celebrities. Nor have I planted a garden or travelled very far and I still haven't read War and Peace.
But that's okay.
I just am.
And speaking of just being me, I got a Wii Fit for my birthday! I've been coveting them for a long time now and I feel like that little man on Fantasy Island who jumped up and shouted, "Da Plane! Da Plane!" each espisode. Except, there is no plane, and I am not a man. But still, the excitement is parallel.
My first order of business was to create my Wii Fit profile with my existing Mii, who looks just like me except with blue eye shadow. Unfortunately when I stepped on the balance board to be weighed, my Mii changed a bit in looks. Oh yes, she expanded in girth so that she now looks more like Kirstie Alley in Fat Actress, and less like me (or so I think). And to make matters worse?
In Wii years?
I'm the oldest one in the house.
"That's okay mom," my family yelled as they tried to cheer me on, "You're the best!"
Better yet? When I tried all the activities (in front of my entire family, no less) they laughed and laughed and laughed. "You try it," I said, "And see how hard it is!" And they laughed and laughed and laughed some more, especially as I hit the markers on the ski course because I was laughing so hard. According to the Wii Fit, I have horrible balance.
The good news is, that I can only improve from here on out.
The bad news is, that I have some pretty stiff competition.