My actual birthday…

For some reason, as I got closer to turning 35, I was not looking forward to it. This year alone, I’ve started noticing a few grey hairs and  fine lines/wrinkles on my face. Literal signs of aging. I have somewhat forgot my age as I quit counting after 29. My 30th birthday was just a few months before our wedding, so we didn’t make a big deal after that. Then Kessler arrived just a few weeks after my 31st. Then once December came after that, my focus has been on her birthday and planning birthday parties for her. 

So, here I am at 35 years old. Sure my age is 35. And yes I am at the (very) early stages of grey hairs and wrinkles. But if all of those things mean I get to be a young adult, married to my best friend and raising 2 beautiful girls, then so be it. I wouldn’t change any of that for the world.

If I look at 35 as being 1/3 through my life (if I’m blessed to live close to 100) there are definitely things I know I need to work on or not worry about. It’s easier said than done, but I will try to live the next 1/3 of my life by this quote:

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” ― Steve Jobs

My childhood friend, Laine, was so sweet to take me to Charleston’s for lunch. Birthday bonus was seeing sweet Nori!

  
Eric and the girls took me to Bob’s in Grapevine foe dinner.

    
 

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