So... I'm turning 35 today.
Birthdays have always been like water rolling off a duck's back to me.
No big thing... turning another year older.
(In fact, most years I celebrated the passing of the previous year.)
30? Ha! I laughed in 30's face! Who cared that the first number was a 3 instead of a 2?
(I had had my 2 babies before I was 30 just like I had wanted. )
Each year since, I have found a reason why this year's age was better than the last...I say I didn't come into my own until I was in my 30's.
But here I am at 35... I have never not wanted to turn an age as much as I don't want to turn 35.
I know it is just a frame of mind, but this 35 year old doesn't have anyone (a significant other) to spend her birthday with... and I guess I always thought that it was okay that I was left by my husband at 32 because by the time I hit that dreaded 35, I would be with someone new and we would live happily ever after.
Okay... I'm not sure about the happily ever after part... but I thought for sure I would be with someone.
Not that I need someone to make me happy... but on that one day out of the whole year that is yours...I just wish I had someone to spoil me...
Thankfully, I have aunts who must have known that I would be taking myself out for dinner this year...
(yes, I still love getting cards and "presents" for my birthday! :)
So here I am... Rolling over the crest of that 30 hill and trying with all my might to take on this philosophy:“The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune.”
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