10 Reasons I Love Being 37

1) I am a member of the largest money making/money spending demographic ergo most music played in stores, restaurants, and on radio stations is played precisely to appeal to me and others of my age. It makes me feel old, but then who doesn’t love a little Depeche Mode over a buffet dinner?

 2) The same applies to television programming and news media. For the first time in my life, I am (rather embarrassingly) content to view prime time programming.

 3) I am interested in topics that have previously seemed dull and irrelevant: stocks, elections, real estate- all good material.

 4) I am not wealthy, but I am established. I am educated with several years experience in my field. I have a job; I have mobility; I have a measure of security. I am a contributing member of my vocation.

 5) I know who I am. I like what I like and though what I like may be, at times, eccentric, it is what I like. No apologies.

 6) I am still healthy, young, and vital.

 7) I understand my limits and embrace them. My youthful insecurities have gradually been replaced with self assurance brought forth by experience. I can stand up for myself and my beliefs. I realize that my opinion and my place in existence are as substantial as anyone’s.

 8) I have four children and a husband of 10 years.

 9) I know a variety of people. Old friendships are still intact. New friendships await to be forged.

 10) Walt Whitman, William Faulkner, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and so many other of my favorite authors were most prolific in their late thirties, forties, and fifties. I now have the breadth of experience and discipline to savor their writings. Though I have always loved to read, I read with different eyes. Whitman was 37 when he penned “Song of Myself”. Welcome 37!