Today I turn 35.
30 was certainly a milestone, but somehow 35 feels more solidly different than 30 did (or maybe I’m just 5 years in to being used to 30-level grownup-ness). Closer to 50 than to 20. Gives me shivers thinking about it that way.
For a while now, it’s seemed that every coming year, with its associated challenges and opportunities, has been more interesting and more rewarding (though not necessarily easier) than the previous one. I hope that continues. And as much as it feels weird to be entering middle-ish age, it is also solidly amazing to be spending time with my family as my kids become little people (they are 2.5 and 4.5 now), and to be continuing to explore new frontiers at work.
It’s also odd to be entering an era where I can start to actually remember my parents at that same age. Not quite yet — my dad was 41 and my mom 36 when I was born — but getting close. There is something crazy about that.
On this day that’s supposed to be about me, I will just say thank you to everyone who has helped me get this far, who has helped make life possible (mom and dad!), interesting, challenging :-), and fun. Here’s to more.