Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 35. I don't feel 35, I just don't. I remember turning 25 and being so sad that my life was not going where I wanted it to go.
I can honestly say that it's so much more on track than ever before. I may be a late bloomer, but I seem to be catching up.
I'm getting my master's. I am married with a gorgeous 2 year old son. I'm so much happier than I was at 25.
Still, I don't think of my self as "mid thirties," I don't even consider it most of the time.
Isn't that the key anyway? *wink wink*
a bonus of the boy on HIS birthday (someday I'll post the pics of me with this SAME expression)
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LMAO - great pic of the boy! Sorry I couldn't make it, just swamped with the homework this month. I can't wait for October to get here - much less homework tension.
For the record, I don't "feel" my age either - most days =)
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