Ho hum

Yes, well. It's half past midnight and yup. I'm now officially 35.

And to be honest with you - apart from my wee holiday scheduled for next week - it's here with ZERO fanfare. Woopy diddly do. Just like every year, same as the next year. I seriously don't feel excited about it. Nothing's changed. I worked today. I work tomorrow. I have been calling myself 35 since Jan and .... uh.... happy birthday, me?

I think I get excited in the long run about becoming an older woman, but not about the individual years. Excited because I'm looking forward to sexier, more confident times. Don't they say that of all older women? ;)

Besides, I'm forever exhorting people to think young. As young as you think you are; as old as you feel you are! is my own personal motto and this birthday is but a number. And truthfully, sometimes I feel gleeful, joyous, sparkling; as curious as a 6 year old! Then there are the other days when I feel old, spent, cynical and generally crabby. Jesus, I could give a 60 year old lessons in grumpiness. So I guess it all works out in the end.


Ach, perhaps I'll have a big bash for 40. THAT is worth celebrating!!