The first 35 years of my life are over.
Sheesh, I didn’t know that sentence would seem so grave. I don’t really mean it that way.
I like my birthday; I think it’s fun…even if my son thinks that 35 is middle-aged.
I was off today, so I spent some time putzing around on Pinterest looking for pumpkin recipes. I browsed at World Market, and decided to treat myself for my birthday. While I was in the mood for treats, I meandered my way over to a bookstore. Then I went home.
I went into Alex’s room because I wanted to use a stapler and I knew he had one in there. I was overcome by the state of the room. Next thing I know, a few hours have passed and I have an undisclosed amount of trash bags to take outside.
I followed up that sweaty adventure with a walk.
I think you should eat what you want on your birthday, so I made some tacos…the kind of tacos I grew up eating and it was awesome. I loved it. I loved today, and I look forward to making the most of the coming year. I’ve developed the goals that will help me do that (coming soon.)