My son turned 21 last week. He celebrated with his friends and was drunk as he had never been, or so he said. They were at his friend’s parents’ house.
Turning 21 is a permission to do the adult stuff, I suppose. Twenty one is the legal age, although never legal to do illegal deeds. The age certainly signals many changes in one’s life, intended and otherwise.
When my smoking turned 21, it ceased to exist. It was no longer part of my reality. It was not planned but I sure am glad it happened.
Yes, I used to smoke. A lot.
I guess, getting rid of my nicotine addiction is the other reason I should be thankful for my unplanned pregnancy at age 39; the main reason for gratitude is, of course, my beautiful little princess.
I seem to blame the pregnancy for my weight gain and other changes in my body and energy level. I’ll shake myself a little; maybe I’ll remember the fact that I am over 40 and more importantly I am less active.
I also partially quit smoking with my first two pregnancies but perhaps my youth made it easy for me to simply go back to business as usual.
I guess, giving birth at 40 wasn’t too bad, after all.
But no, I am not suggesting pregnancy as a way to quit smoking. As I said, it didn’t work the first two times. 🙂