Today, I'm 33.
My mom says I look 26.
I love my mom.
Secretly, I hope she's right.
But it really isn't important to me.
I expected to be on a solid path by now.
Instead, I'm less sure than ever
of what exactly it is
I'm supposed to be doing here.
I want to say I'm okay with that.
Secretly, I'm not.
Having clear goals is very important to me.
I feel too young to be where I am in life.
I feel too old to fit in with other people my age.
I feel just the right age to be what I am:
Different from anybody else I know.
That can make me feel lonely.
It can also make me feel like a superhero.
Daily, how I feel about that changes.
I went to lunch today at my favorite restaurant.
They know my name and what I'm allergic to.
I got a special birthday dessert, chosen just for me.
I had some fun company too.
Most of my day was just a regular day.
That doesn't bother me at all.
Dinner out was wonderful.
The eighteen million facebook greetings were heart-warming.
But the best part was a decadent bubble bath
with organic Mexican chocolate
by candle light
in my bathtub.
Followed quickly by a surprise bottle of sweet, girly, wonderful wine.
And now, I'll duck back out of the blogosphere for a bit longer. Thank you for all of the help with my pictures!
I'm almost better. I'm almost ready to keep moving. I'm almost ready to take on whatever is next.
After all, I'm 33 now.
I should have this all figured out, right?