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And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. – Unknown
I’m being honest – this age has been rough so far. Half the time I’m in denial, and the other half of the time it’s just plain depressing. Since my birthday, I’ve just kinda felt… well… on the wrong side of this decade.
Even last night, my Marvelous Nikki and I were discussing getting older and I was talking about how a Pontiac Firebird had been my dream car. From the time I was probably eight or so, I really, really wanted a Firebird. Color, t-tops, leather, etc. didn’t matter. I just wanted one. My aunt, who owned one, let me drive hers a few times and I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Later, a boyfriend bought me a brand-new Camaro (ok, it was his, but I got to drive it) and even that just didn’t cut it. It wasn’t my Firebird.
And it occurred to me now that I don’t want one anymore. Not because I can’t fit my caravan of kiddos in it, or because I live in a state where it snows regularly, although both of these are true. I don’t want one anymore because I feel too old. I just don’t think I’d feel the same in one. In fact, I know I wouldn’t. I’d feel like a faker. Like if you see my good hair and cute sunglasses, someone might think for a moment that I am young, until I got out of the car and then my true identity would be revealed. I’m not cool enough, or young enough, or fun enough to have a Firebird anymore.
For my big bad-numbered birthday, Supergirl Nikki took me last night to see Stevie Nicks. Stevie Nicks has been my idol since I was old enough to read the song titles on the back of the Rumours album in my parents’ collection. I probably still have a little bit of her influence in my choices of lacy tops and funky boots. At this very moment as a matter of fact, I’m wearing a cream lace and cotton shirt that almost has wings… very Stevie-ie. Rock on, Gold Dust Woman.
And then the unimaginable happened…. we managed to get backstage passes to see Stevie! (Thank you, my YaYa!) Let me just say that again. BACK. STAGE. PASSES. After her performance, we were led through the halls of the arena to backstage. I was in the dressing rooms, and got to go stand by the entrance to the stage where Stevie was singing with Rod Stewart. We also had the opportunity to meet up with the band later for drinks, and Nikki and I debated what to do. Should we? Shouldn’t we? Will we look like crazy groupies? Then Nikki said the magic words: “If we were twenty, what would we do?”
What would we do? We’d hop in that cute little Firebird and drive our cute little behinds to wherever we had to go to meet up with them. And we’d have a wild, crazy, fun night being YOUNG and just having fun. So what did our not-quite-as-young selves do? Exactly. We hopped in the minivan… ahahahahaa…. and drove over to where the band was at. We sat out on the patio until the wee hours, having cocktails and chatting.
They were so kind and welcoming to us. I’m sure all they really wanted to do was go to bed, but they sat out with us and talked about their lives on the road, the Oprah show they did, and how their families felt about them being gone all the time. I don’t know what I expected, but what I found were just some really nice, normal, down-to-earth guys chatting on a patio under a warm April sky.
It was absolutely, 100%, a Bucket List item checked off my list. I didn’t even realize it was ON my bucket list before last night. Never in a million years did I imagine I would actually have that opportunity! Why would I? Who does that happen to?! And what I realized is…I’m never too old to go out and have fun. Never too old to do something unimaginable. I don’t need to sit back and wish I was younger, or think about being on the wrong or right side of this age. It doesn’t matter! There are things in my life ahead of me that I haven’t even dreamed up!! I couldn’t have imagined the opportunity I got last night, but it happened nonetheless!
I still don’t think I’m going to go out and buy a Firebird, but you know what? I don’t need a Firebird to be beautiful and have fun. I don’t even need a “1” or a “2” as the first digit of my age to be beautiful and have fun. If anything having a different number makes life easier… because you know who you are now. You know what works for you and what doesn’t. You have more money to actually do the fun stuff, instead of living on student loans and credit cards. You know what’s really important, and what’s not. A Firebird is not. A once-in-a-lifetime night with my Nikki definitely is.
Goodnight, dear friends! I hope that your once-in-a-lifetime bucket list surprise is right around the corner.