So, I just turned 35. Which feels kind of old. I mean, half way to 70. It definitely feels older than any age I’ve been before. (Go figure.)
And when I have birthdays I tend to do self-assessments. The form of this one was inspired by a recent conversation. A while back in book club, we were talking about life goals and such. As you do. And talking about it clarified some things for me. Sometimes I don’t realize that I think something until I say it out loud. There are these ideas that are part of me, and when I say them, I know that they were already part of me, but before I said them, I wouldn’t have known they were there.
I am 32 today.
My husband has a thing for attractive wrapping paper. I dig that about him.
It’s sunny, so that’s an excellent start. I also just opened all my presents, and there were some really cool things in there, so also good. I have lunch plans and dinner plans, so there’s more to look forward to yet. This day has quality potential.
It is 7:15 am. I have to go to work, which sucks because I truly believe that one’s birthday should be a personal holiday, but because I work in accounting, I can’t take days off near month-end. But I will not let it get me down.
I actually am having some of those gloomy birthday thoughts that other people always seem to have and that I have never had before: thoughts about getting older and figuring out what to do with my life and whether I should start investigating wrinkle creams and seriously committing to a financial plan for my retirement or something.
Whatever. Today there were presents and cards for me. Later there will be cake. Life is good.
Today is my birthday. I’m 31. This means that — being no longer in my twenties or even just 30 — I am “in my thirties” and am therefore officially old enough to freak out about my birthday. (Actually, I know people who have been doing this since they turned 20, but whatever.) Continue reading