Welcome 35 but you may only stay one year...

Well, I made it... the day approached like a villain in the night, but it was inevitable.  I was going to age again, there was nothing stopping it.  I've been moping around, toeing the ground sheepishly afraid of even looking at my birthday.  This has never happened before.  When I turned 30, I playfully called it 20-10 and it came and went easily.  I transitioned nicely, totally accepting my thirties and even enjoying how incredibly, surprisingly great they were!  
The years came and went..it was fine!  Then around December I started thinking.  No.. let's be realistic, I was analyzing.  Just like I always do.. analyze it til it doesn't even make any sense!  Analyzing this soon gave way to panic stricken thoughts and memories of youth.  Yes, it seemed that 35 was coming.  Like an annoying house guest, 35 was coming to visit and stay on March 6th!!  So being the deep thinker I am, I started to reflect.  Okay, what was so bad about 35?  You mean besides the clear slap in the face.. "WHACK, you are not YOUNG anymore, stand up straight..$!%@#!!"  No really, that's kind of what is was feeling like... so I started to think and ponder, as I always do - and came up with.......NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!  I have no idea why.  Maybe it's that I was positive as a child I would have accepted my first Oscar by now.  Perhaps it's that I would also have an array of Grammy's lining my fireplace.  Could it be that I would have been a world traveler, living and working in the Peace Corp, making a difference?  An artist in a studio apartment in NYC, waiting tables by day, singing in Jazz clubs by night?  Yes, these are the plans I had when I was younger - but different turns and decisions brought me to where I am right now.  No Oscars, but I have been awarded with two kids that amaze me more everyday and while they aren't gold statues, their hearts are made of it and they are much more fun to hug.  No Grammy's, but I still write music and songs - and the best part?  So do those kids I mentioned.. and there is no greater honor than listening to Abby sing lyrics she wrote that are so moving it seems impossible to come from someone so young.. or Tyler self-taught on the piano, playing an original composition of his and it's so insanely good, I wish I had the CD to play in my car.  This all takes care of the dream of NYC - because this house is full of music on a daily basis - and I DO wait tables HERE!!!!  And the fact that I'm driving every which way to their events takes care of the traveler part of my list... I've probably driven around the world a few times altogether.  As far as the Peace Corp is concerned.. that is more like Peace Keeper - because the previously mentioned are 11 and almost 15 - so while they get along great most of the time.. there are definitely battles that ensue.
I don't have to like 35.. and I probably won't until I turn 36 - I even look forward to 40 in a way - it almost seems like an accomplishment.. (I'm sure I just heard laughter and a "we'll see"..but hey that's how I feel for now!!)
I guess the point of my ramblings is that dreams do come true.. they just happen in different ways sometimes. No need to feel bad about 35...I am more blessed than I even know, I'm in better physical shape than I was when I turned 30 and my outlook senses that it is just going to get better from here.  
It's natural to dream and wish for things.. as long as you don't discredit what you have right in front of you.  What I have in front of me is certainly a lot.  What do you see in front of you?


As I blow out my forest fire of candles I welcome 35 and all the blessings brought before it...
Live well my lovelies~
T♥