Thirty-five—it doesn’t feel like a big deal, but it sure sounds like one.
I’ve made birthdays a bit of a non-event for myself since having kids. It isn’t me being “emo” about it as Sarah surmised last year when she planned out a wonderful surprise dinner with my family, but the exact opposite.
I’m not who I thought I’d be at 35, living a regular life and working a regular job. Somehow I’ve managed to build this world around me that has excitement at every turn, and though it takes a lot to keep it going, I never question whether I’m living life to the fullest. I feel like I’m fulfilling my purpose every day, getting more done some days than others.
And that’s why I didn’t make a big deal about my birthday—because it was just another day celebrating my life like I do every day.
But 35 isn’t just about turning 35—there’s an entire year ahead looking to see what I can do!