Goodbye 36

Today is the last day I'll spend as a 36 year old.

I don't know why, but there seems to be such a huge difference between 36 and 37. And yes, I know there's only one year difference. I'm bad at math but not that bad.  Just symbolically - like when I say "I'm 37" it just seems sounds...old.

I guess because I'm creeping closer to 40. And that's just weird.  Not the actual aging part - I'm okay with that - that's never been a big deal to me.  What makes it weird is that at my age, my mother had already become a grandmother.

And that's weird.

The thought of me having a child old enough to be married and have a child? I can't even wrap my mind around it.  And the thought that it's likely that would have been my life, if the17 year old me would have had her say, is just crazy.

So I'm celebrating more than just another year - I'm celebrating where I am at this moment and in this place in my life. I'm celebrating the disappointments, the joys, the near-misses, the silliness, the laughter, the friendships, the mistakes, the opportunities, the experiences and the love.

And of course, I will also be celebrating the fact that I plan to indulge in a ridiculous amount of cake.

But really, I can say it's been a great 36 years and I'm so lucky to have landed where I did!