“As old as my tongue and a little bit older than my teeth.” ~ Kris Kringle’s employment card, Miracle on 34th Street
This is one of my most favorite “quotes” from a movie.
Although, I guess it’s not really a quote, as no one actually says it.
But, it’s still one of my favorites.
From the original 1947 movie. Not the remake. Never the remake. Because the original is classic, perfection. … And because there’s nothing wrong with the “old” one.
Not too many years ago, I turned 29. (OK, it was a few years ago.)
I then realized I would be 30 in just one year’s time.
I was shocked. I began to review my life up to that point. My accomplishments … and lack there of. My relationships. My world. My laundry piles (there’s always laundry). It was a little thoughtful review.
It then turned into a full-blown freak out. For the following year. The entire year. All 365 days. I was freaking out about my impending 30th birthday. My accomplishments … and more so my lack there of. My laundry. My world. … You get the picture.
Then, on the 30th anniversary of my birth, I was in Phoenix, Arizona, in the middle of summer (Did you know, I do not, absolutely, in any way, enjoy in the slightest, hot weather, high temperatures, heat in the air that makes me think I might be nearing the earth’s core?), at a business conference, far away from my children (the loves of my life, the light in my heart, the fruit of my loins).
I was certain life could not be worse.
Some of my friends at the conference took me out to dinner between sessions. I was 30. And I was fine.
I quickly realized within the first few days afterwards that I loved being 30.
And I couldn’t figure out what I was so freaked about.
I decided that I would never repeat that ridiculous year long freak out.