So I'm speaking at another event and bathing in the compliments of a young whipper snapper darling blonde blue-eyed Barbie of a girl. She is gushing over my fairy tale pants (which are quite fabulous if I do say so myself – and I made them – so there you go Martha Stewart!) and she just loved my bubble gum pink wedges (clearance aisle, TJMaxx) and is ooh-ing and aah-ing over every single last loving fabricated bought-online took-me-an-extra-hour-to-get-this-look curl on my head. It was an absolutely beautiful moment until she said that one sentence that brought every last compliment to a crashing halt:
I hope I look as good as you when I am old.
Yes, it's official. I have crossed over.
And you know what? I refuse to be sad. I refuse to let her final words ("I need to tell my Mom about you") linger in my head. Age is a state of mind. If you think you age out of dreaming and being sexy and changing the world – you're wrong. That's a lie the world feeds you. If you're still here, you ain't done yet. So choose to be awesome and fabulous at every age.
Take that young whipper snappers!