Dear Santa/God/Buddha or whomever is responsible out there,
All I want for Christmas this year is to feel my age. I’m willing to accept the fact that I’m 30 years old this year. I’m willing to accept psychologically that I’m no longer a teenager anymore, that I’ve past all of the celebratory milestones of aging and that it’s time to grow up. I’ve come to peace with these things. But could someone please explain to me why my complexion still acts like I’m 14 years old, my hair is graying like I’m 40, and my back aches like I was 60?
I’d like someone to explain to my body that I’m still in the prime of my life! My face should be clear for at least a few years before I have to start worrying about wrinkles, my hair should finally have reached it’s permanent color for a while after all the changes I forced upon it in my 20’s, and my back should finally be happy now that my children don’t have to be carried everywhere. Something has gone terribly, terribly wrong in my time/space continuum. And I’d like some answers.
So that is my Christmas wish. To get my body and mind back on the same page. At least until my mind is gone or my husband grows too old to care about my body.
Yours sincerely,
Katie Moz
