With another day passes another year

Not surprisingly, becoming 34 was not the most exciting birthday I've ever had. There's nothing extra special about it, it's not a year in which you're expected to be a different person like 21 or 30, it's just plain old 34. Thirty-four. Trente-quatre. Am I where I thought I would be at 34? Absolutely not. In my mind, I'd be happily married and bossing around 2 or 3 kids by now. But you know what? I'm in a much better place than I thought I would be. My blurry concept of Prince Charming has taken shape in the form of Ryan, who makes my days brighter and my nights sweeter. He makes me laugh at myself, inspires me to hold on to the child inside of me, and leaves me gummy treats on my night stand. My 2-3 children have been replaced with 2 furry little black felines. They are a constant source of entertainment and snuggly happiness. My friends, oh my friends. They are abundant and unbelievably special to me. They support me, they make me laugh, they're there when I cry, and they keep my world spinning on its axis. My family is and always has been the absolute grounding force of my nature. They've made me who I am and keep me forever true to myself. They're an inspiration and a comfort, whether they live down the street or in the great north! As for my job, I'm one of the lucky people who can say I love my job. It's stressfull, yes, but it challenges me and inspires me on a daily basis, and it's filled with fun and great friends as well!

So no, I wouldn't say my 34th birthday was extra special as a general rule, but it was a great day to wake up and remind myself of how incredibly, unbelievably lucky I am to be where I am right this moment.