Turning 35

Yup, I’m confessing.  I’m 34 years old … for one more day.  Tomorrow I turn 35 (AAAAAGGGGGHHH*&^*&(&*).  It hit me this week that I’ll no longer be in that 18-34 marketing demographic, that I’ll no longer be in my “early 30’s”.  Tomorrow I’ll be in my mid 30’s and I’ll be equal to a speed limit.  Yikes. 

Other reflections: 

At 25, I was exiting my angry man-hating phase (long story and too much drama) and about to begin a relationship with Obi-Wan that would forever change the course of my life.

At 30, I was married to Obi-Wan and spent my birthday alone in San Diego b/c the Navy decided he needed to be deployed for 7 months that year.  Not one of my happier birthdays, I can tell you that.

Now, at almost 35,  I’m much happier at this age, much more confident, and a lot stronger emotionally and physically.  I’m also healthier and am enjoying life now more than I ever did.  And the bestest part ever - Obi-Wan will be with me on my birthday. 

On a side note, no one I know thinks I even look like I’m in my 30’s (yeah baby, I still look good). 

If I can keep rocking the “twenty-something” look for awhile longer, that would be fabulous. 

So, tomorrow morning, I will not go quietly in “35″ but will go screaming and kicking butt.