Today I turned 35. It didn't go quite as I expected...and was actually probably one of the worst days of my life. It certainly ranks up there.
I think I need to give up the notion that birthdays are supposed to be special. Maybe that's for youth and when you're 35 you're no longer young enough to get away with such pollyanna ideas. I don't know.
All I know is that when I used to think of what I'd be and where I'd be at 35 this is not even close to what I had imagined for myself. And for the most part, I am okay with that. But there are certain things that definitely should be more together for someone who's just turned 35. And those things are now what I will work to get together by the time I am 40. Maybe that is a more realistic goal. Only time will tell.