It’s always good to be reminded of these things.
Especially after going to a work function and realizing that at age 32, I was the oldest one at the 20-something table.
I secretly like the way I’ve aged. And Roomie likes to remind me that I give her hope.
Not sure what kind of hope I’m giving off, but I can tell her the secret lies in my bottle of Oil of Olay.
Oh, and lots of laughter.
Laughing keeps you young. Do not listen to Hollywood or the Real Housewives: Laugh lines are hot.
So there I was out in Westport, on a dance floor. It’s a place that is by-day restaurant/bar by-weekend hipster hot spot with a DJ spinning out the tunes.
The fiance excused himself to the restroom and I inched my way out onto the dance floor. You know the inch. You start shaking your shoulders, bouncing a little bit, walk-dancing yourself into the crowd.
And then it happened.
Me? I looked around. Clearly this guy was not addressing anyone else.
“Oh, thanks, but my fiance is in the bathroom. I’m good.”
That was it. He walked away. I finished dance-walking into the crowd. But inside, I thought, “I still got it.”
And then I got to dance a little with the man of my dreams.
In a word? Fabulous.
What has made you feel fabulous lately?