Tomorrow I turn 35. In just a few short hours I will officially be 35 years old. I have never been bothered by a birthday before. Every year my birthday comes, I celebrate in some way and then life goes on. This year has been a bit different. There have been tears and sobbing and tears and sobbing. For what? There is no reason for this insanity. I am not going to change when the clock strikes midnight. My dress won’t turn to rags and I don’t plan to lose a shoe. Unfortunately (to continue the Cinderella theme), Prince Charming most likely won’t come looking for me. This birthday will be just like all the rest.
I, on the other hand, feel very different. I don’t feel older. If anything I physically feel better this year than I have in many years. I am healthier, thinner and more confident about myself. I feel like I am not moving forward quite like I had hoped. I am still single, working at the same job (which I do like), making the same salary, living month to month and pay to pay.
So, the question is how to I make this year the best year, ever?
I have a few things up my sleeve. The plan is to reveal one thing each day for the next 365 days. And when I turn 36 I want to reflect upon the most amazing year and wonder how It could ever get any better!
An Aunt of five, going on six 