I can’t believe I’m 35. It’s nearly two weeks since my birthday and I’m not sure how I should feel, not sure what 35 is supposed to feel like.
I guess it’s different for everyone. You realize you’ve grown and learned things and figured out how the world works (mostly). You realize it’s (cliche alert) a journey, that the world never stops spinning, so you can’t stop, either … and that maybe, just maybe, it can be enjoyable.
So far, 2013 has brought some clarity, some frustration, some heartburn. But I’ve already made some progress. I’ve worked out all but one day so far this year.
I’ve signed up for rec league roller derby (eek!). Some day, the frustration will be lessened. I just have to use my head to convince my heart of this.