young chick < old hen

A young chicken. If I'm no longer a young chicken, what am I? An old hen. That just sounds rude. Young? No, I'm not that. Old? I don't think I am but if you were to ask 10 year old me if I'm old- then perhaps the answer wouldn't be the same. How in the world did we do what we did in our 20's and not die? Drinking. Vomiting just so we can fill our bellies with more alcohol. Driving home and not remembering it. How did we survive? And here we are in 2021 in our late 30s and taking our vitamins and falling asleep after 1 glass of wine. No more keggers. Every once in a while, we all get a wild hair where we think we are the same people that we were in our 20s only to regret it immensley. Last month, I had to have carpal tunnel release surgery due to the hormones I had during pregnancies which made my hands go numb and be in pain. Then, this past week, I went to the dermatologist to get a mole checked out which then ended up a whole body check and 3 concerns found. Including one on the bottom of my foot. Let me repeat that...THE BOTTOM of MY FOOT. I'm pretty sure I'd rather give birth than to do that again. I've been limping around now for a week and my right hand is still weak. Seriously, an old hen. I take it back. There are some days where I feel like an old hen. These past few months have been just that and then what is creeping up this week also? My birthday. An extra candle to blow out. haha I know it sounds as if I'm complaining. I'm not! I really am grateful to be here. Another year with my husband, our children, my family, and friends. Another year to see new things, make new adventures, travel to different places, hike different trails, to tan, and laugh, and try new things. I am one blessed old hen. However, this old hen has NO greys, only a few wrinkles, and can still kick her leg pretty high. haha