thirty-three

Yesterday, I officially turned thirty-three. Does this mean I'm in my "mid-thirties" now, or do I have another year in my early thirties? I am mostly ok with getting older. Mostly because I'm right where I want to be. I don't have many regrets. I have made headway in a career that has been mostly satisfying. I have been lucky enough to find someone to love who loves me back. The little yellow house is in our names. I have a quirky dear little dog. I have friends who have now known me through a decade and more. And I have that precious little daughter who keeps my life full of Life.

These are the things to be grateful for around the time of a birthday, when you can't help but look back and dream forward. You can't help but evaluate -- is this is where you saw yourself in life? When you were very young and looking to the future with anticipation and outsize expectations. The answer is yes. For me, yes, and more. I could not have dreamed up all the luckiness in my life. I could not have hoped for all the happiness in my life. In spite of life being hard sometimes, confusing and disappointing -- my life has been, on the whole, so good and full. It's the truth. My cup runneth over.