Turning 35 feels weird. I didn’t have a hard time turning 30. I actually kind of embraced it. I felt like I was coming into my own. Like I knew myself better and who I was, and what I was doing with my life. But 35? 35 feels….strange. Like I don’t feel settled about it. I’m not sure that I’m where I thought I would be when I thought of age 35. (Are we ever, though?) Oh well. It’s fine. I’ll get over it.
It’s going to be a low-key birthday. I’m working, then my friend Linda is taking me out to lunch, and my boyfriend is taking me out to dinner. Pretty chill day and night. Next weekend I am going to see Billy Joel with my parents so my family will celebrate my birthday then. I don’t mind, I like making it last.
In other news, spin is still awesome. I have been going about 4 times a week. I have been running a bit too. And the best part is, I’m FASTER! Love that side effect!
Things are good in my little corner of the world, hope they are for you too!