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Well, today I turn 34. People keep asking me if I’m worried about being a 30-something. I actually tend to forget how old I am at any given moment. I often have to do math during the year when people ask me. I just don’t see myself as defined by my age. I am younger than 34 in many ways. I am older than 34 in many ways. I have achieved less than some 34 year olds and achieved way more than many others. So maybe 34 or whatever age I am is just the right age for me.
I plan to be just the right age forever. I will have my ridiculously long hair, I will have my young-esque face, with the little gap between my teeth. I just really want to be able to lose some weight so I can fit into leather pants.
One of my birthday presents is a kindle, so if you own one, let me know what I should do with it to reach its full potential. If you don’t have one, I’ll do my best to review the product as I work with it.
I have to say that I am blessed. The problems I have could mainly be fixed with money, which makes them generally uninteresting in the larger scheme. The other problems keep life interesting, at least.
I am blessed to have the friends that I do. My bookgroup threw me a lovely birthday party last Thursday and presented me with cookware, something I’ll be needing soon. They also presented me with great food and laughter and love.
Another friend emailed me this week to try to help me run away from home (something I feel like I need to do for a little while). I haven’t seen this friend in months. Even though we have declared our friendship, we have not had the chance to hang out on our own. She asked me about things–we have friends between us. I think about how my friends talk about me. It’s not gossip. My friends love me, so they pass along news and concerns and it’s nice to be reminded that their friendship extends beyond the time that they’re with me. And this friend, this wonderful woman and I will finally be able to have lunch this week.
Happy Birthday to me!
