Today I'm celebrating my twenty-nineth birthday. Just a few years ago I was dreading any number that was anywhere near the big 3-0. But oddly enough, the older I get, the younger (and less scary) those big numbers seem. Does this happen to you, too?
For most of my life I've suffered from Peter Pan syndrome. I've never actually wanted to be older than I already was. But looking back now, each year of my life seems to have been even better than the year before. I mean, just look at twenty-eight! I'd have to say it was hands down the most exciting year of my life. Just one month into it my husband and I moved out of our first home together in the country and onto a sailboat. After sailing down the coast for several months, we returned to land and fulfilled a lifelong dream of mine to live in a dowtown loft apartment. And I've been having the time of my life since. I almost hate to see twenty-eight go, it was just that good to me. Twenty-nine is going to have some pretty big shoes to fill.
But then again, if every year just keeps getting better, I can hardly wait to see what twenty-nine has in store.