On Turning 34

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.

Sweet 16.

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!


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