This weekend I celebrated my 35th birthday. I usually dread the old bday which makes for a pretty pissy me when the day finally comes.
But when I woke up yesterday morning, I felt exactly the same as I did the morning before. Turns out, 35 feels a lot like 34, 33, 32, 31, 30… so I guess being 35 isn’t such a bad thing after all.
“Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many” ( I try to remember this. I have a completely irrational fear of aging that began at 16)
A few weeks ago, to help soften the blow of my impending day, I coerced a semi-willing friend to sign up for a fun run. Emphasis on fun. It wasn’t about time or pace. The only performance was rocking our tutus!
And we did.
We had a blast!
The weather was absolutely amazing! Low 60’s at race start and hardly a cloud in the sky!
Last night, after my son’s baseball game (We won! Woop!) Prince Charming took me out for the “family dinner” birthday celebration.
Pardon my “mom do” I told Prince Charming that I would have at least made an effort to look nice had I known! 😉
My wonderful sbux framily, who like to hang out with me even though I boss them around, gave me the sweetest cards and gifts and they also chipped in to give me a gift card to a local tattoo shop!! My second tattoo is closer than ever!!
Just having them there would have been enough, I was so touched to see everyone’s face smiling up at me as I came around the corner.
And I cried. Duh. For obvious and not so obvious reasons.
My life is so very, very blessed.