My birthday is today! Thirty-three years old. It’s not a terrible age, right? Though I do prefer even years to the odd ones. Probably because I like things to be neat and uniform. Even numbers say that to me.
It’s funny to think back on how things change from how you experienced them. I was downtown last week for work and saw that there’s now a Chipotle, Chop’t and Potbelly’s in Union Station. That’s new in recent years. And then later in the week, I was arranging a lunch date with a colleague near my old office and I recommended Olives restaurant, only to learn that it closed – in 2009! I’m so out-of-touch! I didn’t even know the Metro now has three fares.
It reminds me that I had a different life as a twenty-something, eager to change the world from the nation’s capital in my shared apartment in Northwest D.C. But I still am eager. I want a close-knit community, schools I can feel good about and elected officials I can believe in.
So 33 isn’t a big milestone of a birthday, but I do feel that I’ve had some big milestones in my 32nd year. Mind if I share them with you?
- I lost 25 pounds by eating well and getting active
- I started this blog, which gets lots of traffic and gave me a face in the community
- I continued to build my business and take care of my daughter, trying to pave my way as a woman in today’s society
- I learned how to be a better partner and team player with my husband
- I got on Facebook (I’m working on the link!)
Today I am enjoying time with my husband and my daughter, feeling thankful to have them both in my life for this past year. Really, isn’t that what it’s all about?