Monday Snack: It's my birthday week and I'll wear age appropriate comfy stuff if I want to

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Yes, it’s my birthday week. And as I inch closer to 40, I’m really starting to feel it. Last weekend on a playdate with some of my kids’ friends and their parents whom I adore, I tried to swing next to my daughter for about five seconds. Within one back and forth on the swing, my vision was spinning, stomach churning, and I could feel a headache coming on. Age, we all agreed, is at fault. It makes you nauseated beyond belief if you so much as try and swing on a swingset.

And so today are things that have added comfort to my life. Things that coddle me, and make me feel supported and happy and secure but not aged.