on turning 35.

So I turned 35 last week. For most of you that know me well, you would know that my "go-to" move is to ask anyone that doesn't know how old I am to guess my age.

But you know what? Turning 35 isn't so bad.

There are so many things that I want to do and see, and to tell you the truth, I've always felt like I'm running out of time. I want to go to Paris and spend all of my time at the Louvre, full of my amateur opinon, bagguettes and wine. I want to go to learn how to surf, go to Hawaii, hang out on the beach and surf all day. I want to take singing lessons. Learn more about wine, heck why not by spending time at a vineyard in Tuscany. Rediscover my interest in painting. Practice yoga more. Take a modern dance class. Choreograph an original dance piece forging modern, contemporary and folk influences.

To be quite honest, I've been in a rut lately. Actually, it's maybe been a bit longer than that, possibly caused by the the whole transition from twenty something to thirty something. It has been a bigger transition than I thought. But I think I dig turning 35. I'm more appreciative of what I've been able to accommplish so far. Instead of running out of time, I now feel that I only have time to do the things that I want to. Maybe it's because I'm more comfortable in my skin. Maybe it's because I don't care as much about what other people think. Or maybe it's because I've finally 'grown up' and learned that it takes more energy lamenting than actually going for it.

So "Happy Birthday" to me. I've already crossed off some of the items on my list above. I'm excited to see what's in store in the next few years -- stay tuned.


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