Yesterday I turned 35 years old, and one of oldest and best friends helped me celebrate over the weekend, which, of course, is why I did not wrote a journal entry yesterday. As an aside, I refuse to call this a blog. It's a journal, or a diary. We already have perfectly good words to describe a thing in which you periodically write about your experiences, thoughts, and feelings.
Anyway, I'm finally starting to feel my age. For most of my young adult life I always felt older than I was, principally because I didn't like going out to young people type places. When I was young, this was considered strange. But now, when I tell people that I spent the weekend doing chores and reading a book, their reaction tends to be something along the lines of, "Yeah, that's pretty much what you do when you're in your thirties." Except, I've acted like this pretty much my whole life.
I think I'm going to enjoy 35. I have a feeling this will be a pretty good year for me.
