I will be 35. Whoa! I think that is getting up there. I definitely feel a tad bit of trepidation concerning my 35th birthday. I feel good about who I am, what I'm doing, and the family I am creating, but I also feel like I should be better, be more successful, and have it all figured out. For me, 35 years on this blue planet has gone quickly and taken its sweet time. A beautiful paradox. It seems like a nice year to reflect on life and things.
I certainly know that my body is betraying me a bit. My metabolism has slowed ever so slightly. I am at my heaviest point weight-wise and I am not lifting weights or anything so...yeah, not so great.
And I don't seem to recover from vigorous exercise as quickly as I did. I still feel like I got some stuff in the ol' basement, but most professional athletes are retiring at my age so that does not make me feel like I am in my physical prime or anything. I know that I still could be, which is encouraging, but it's hard to find the energy to get moving and in shape when you are almost 35...at least that has been my experience so far. Maybe I'm making too many excuses for myself. Age is just a number, right? I'm not even close to middle-age since I am going to make it to a 100.
Well, enough rambling for now. It's been a gorgeous and busy Spring day and I'm ready to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie: Silver Linings Playbook. I am expecting good things.
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