Okay. Yes. I am now 34. I have never really been bothered by birthdays. Excited usually. It’s always been a celebration and on occasion it has stuck out as a ‘milestone’ year.
18 made me legal in Alberta.
19 made me legal in neighboring provinces.
20 was just plain cool. 21 made me legal pretty much everywhere.
25 was another cool one, for a lot of reasons. It was the turn of the century. And I was in Africa. I woke up on the beach in Mozambique for that one.
26 was a little depressing, partly because it meant I was on my way to 30 and partly because I wasn’t in Africa anymore and I missed it terribly.
29 was exciting because I was getting married that year.
30 didn’t freak me out as much as I thought it would. It was kind of fun. I was starting to feel like an adult, we had just moved to Chicago, I got a ferret!
31, meh, I just didn’t think much about it.
33 was my first birthday as a Mom!
And now here we are. 34. Feeling a little old…er. I’m not sure why this year is bothering me. Perhaps because the novelty of feeling like an adult is wearing off. No. That’s not right. Honestly I still always feel like everyone’s looking at me like I’m 16 when in a room full of women. I have no idea why that is. I have issues. I think The Rocket Scientist has worried that I’ll be sad because we’re not having a big party with loads of friends. We had that last year, and it was great. It’s not really bothering me, though. I mostly look forward to doing birthday stuff with my Rocket Scientist. Sorry everyone, it’s not that I don’t love you.
But this year…I’m feeling the year. I’m more aware of time. How quickly it’s moving. I’m more aware of how not in shape I am. How it seems much harder to regain a shape that I don’t mind looking at.
On the other hand, I may just be hormonal. I am after all, ovulating. Ha! Betcha didn’t think I could milk that for more, didja!
But don’t let my whinging bother you. I really am very blessed this year. As I am every year. I have a wonderful, loyal, attentive, passionate husband and an adorable, giggling, brilliant, cuddly, awesome son. Happy Birthday to me!