Here's to a great end of the decade!

In less than an hour, I will be 39. I have no bad feelings about this. No feelings of impending doom because I will be 40 next year (God willin' and the creek don't rise, as dad always said). No feelings of sadness because I have not yet accomplished a lot of great or impressive things.

I just want to be glad that I have made it this far. Proud because I am in pretty darn good shape, thanks to running, swimming, and just keeping active in general. Thankful that I have a roof over my head, food in the house, a healthy family, and a still-working husband. Grateful that I get called in to substitute (even if it is not as often as I would like, considering the day I had on Wednesday, I should probably be glad). Lucky and blessed that I have been able to spend the amount of time I have been with my kid over the past 1.5-plus years. Fortunate that I live in the US, where we have freedom of speech and religion and the right to vote. And happy that I am able to write this blog (and for the readers who actually read it!).

I don't know what is yet to come. And, as I have said for many years, I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up (hence my not accomplishing my goal of getting a master's degree in something). But maybe this final decade in my 30s will be when I finally figure it out.

Yeah, probably not.

Anyway, happy birthday to me! Just because I no longer think of my birthday as a holiday, does not mean I can't embrace it and let everyone know that it is here. Look for me tomorrow wearing my "It's my birthday" pin. :-)

Comments

chris h. said…
How nice the Steelers gave you a big win for your b-day! I'm sure THAT part, at least was happy (you youngster you...39? If only...) Hope the rest was great, too.
Mel said…
hope it was happy, facie! just gettin' better, right? : )
Facie said…
Yes, good birthday. Full of my favorite things: family, food, and football!

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