My birthday is this week. Since right now I consider myself 30-something years old, I guess I’ll be turning 30-something plus 1. I’m not old by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m no spring chicken either.
My husband won’t be here to celebrate with me, and my kids are too young plan any surprises. My birthday will pass by largely unnoticed, and that’s fine by me. I’m not a big cake person, and I already know what my present will be because I picked it out.
In lieu of a birthday celebration, I thought I’d dedicate my blog posts this week to my ambivalence toward the aging process. Feel free to join in.
How do you feel about birthdays? Do you embrace your age or wonder where the time went?