The difference between 24 and 34


So I went to the beach today.   (Santa Severa)  Yeah, on a Thursday.  My life is sweet.

We had a great time.  Well, most of us.  Mac is NOT a fan of sand.  He does like seashells.  Except for the part where they are covered in sand.

When it was time to leave, I gathered up the sand toys to go rinse them in the water.  I was wearing my new bikini bottoms and an ancient top.  As I bent over to swish the toys . . .


Yeah, my bikini top snapped in two.

So here’s the difference between 24 and 34.  My previous self would have been MORTIFIED.  I would have wanted to dig a hole with those sand toys and disappear forever.

Now?  I laughed.  I laughed and laughed and laughed.

I did call my friend for backup to assist.  But I didn’t crawl in a hole or even worry about anything that much.

It helped that it happened facing away from everyone.  It definitely helped that I wasn’t surrounded by work associates or a bunch of my friends’ husbands.  Stakes were low.

I’m glad I can laugh now.

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