Turning 38 ..

Elodie A.
Dec 18, 2023
3 min read

Hey, you! 😊

Funny story - a few months ago, my husband and I were in bed, having just woken up and out of nowhere I started thinking about turning 39 years old this year. And the more I was thinking about it, the more I started freaking out about almost turning 40. Which isn't really nice because I've been teasing the Husband relentlessly about him turning 40 but anyways, I was going on and on about turning 39 which led to me crying in my husband's arms. There was a pause as I was staring at the ceiling and then I had the realization that I was actually turning 38, not 39 this year! Hahaha And so instead of crying, I started laughing so hard because I was feeling so absurd! My husband had to double take and shook his head in confusion. I know what you're thinking and yes one has to keep up with me to understand what's going on in my head. But at that point, I was so happy that you would think that I had just won 1 year of my life. Which I obviously didn't, but man it sure felt like it! 😂😂

Anyways ...

So I turned 38 years old last Friday. Honestly, I don't know why I was freaking out about turning 39 - it's bound to happen anyways. And I'm all about embracing my wrinkles and white hair, although that one took me some time. But yeah, I barely wear make-up, if not at all, to cover up because I'm not into it anyways. I do feel like a lot of physical changes happened this year. Perhaps it comes from my fragile mental health. But I'm definitely all about embracing those changes.

My birthday turned out to be everything I wanted it to be. Admittedly, I don't need much to be happy, but my husband and daughter went all in to make this day unforgettable. It started with Nutella Croissants for breakfast along side a beautiful flower bouquet and a sweet present from my daughter. No red roses for me. Yay! Anyone who knows me well knows that I hate receiving red roses. It took my husband a few years to get it but I think all is good now thankfully. Hahaha

The day went on as usual. S went to school, the Husband had a training, and I worked from home with my fur baby, Bogart the Pug. By mid-afternoon, everyone was back home, but not before the Husband made sure to pick up ingredients for me to cook noodles for dinner. Eating noodles on one's birthday represents having a long life in our culture and I've done it for as long as I can remember.

A blow of a candle, a slice of birthday cake, more presents from the Husband, puzzle night, then it was time to call it a day.

I don't really feel any different than when I was 37. There is no emotional journey. I guess I'm just thankful for another year, but aren't we all, right? I know that this year might have been a tough one, but I'm feeling pretty optimistic about the future.