I have officially made it into my late thirties.
Today is my birthday and I am feeling every bit of these blessed 37 years.
That's just hard to let sink in.
Ten years ago I could not have predicted where I would be now.
What I had sketched in my head is so vastly different than how this last decade has panned out.
The one constant is my career which I am no longer married to, but in a steady relationship with. This pleases me to no end. I've checked the boxes I wanted to by certain ages in that department so I'm pleased.
As for the rest of my days in this last decade, the story may be told as more of a comedy than a drama or romantic film, but I'm OK with that. Who doesn't want to smile when reflecting back over their life?
I'm lucky to have made it this far and hoping this is one of the best years to come.
But, the extra wrinkles I see each month do not please me as they are constant reminders my youth is slipping through my fingers. And the extra hair color appointments I have to make each year to clear out the gray is not something that I like to brag about.