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My birthday was on Tuesday and I was not looking forward to my birthday this year.

For some reason I could not wrap my head around the fact that I was turning 35. I just kept thinking, "Yikes I'm almost to 40! When did I get old?" So I kind of lived in a land of denial and pretended that it wasn't really going to happen.

I have to tell you I have a very good land of denial. You will all have to visit one day. The best part is once you step into my land of denial your 16. I was going to say 21 but the truth is I still feel like I am 16.

In fact, sometimes when I act mature and handle things the way my inner 16 year old would not I hear her yell at me. "Hey, Old lady we are only 16 quit acting so Olllllldddd." She is rather obnoxious.

My big day arrived and I had to work. I also had to deal with some school stuff and by the time I left for work I had worked up a serious pout. The inner 16 year old was defiantly in charge. Then I came home from work and walked into a house that was decorated with balloons, crepe paper, and a very awesome banner.

By the time I had showered off all the chlorine and was cleaned up my favorite lunch was on the table. To say I spent the rest of the day being spoiled would be an understatement. Between all that my family did and the extra bonuses of what my friends did I had a very kick butt birthday.

On my way to work yesterday I thought about how I had felt the day before, how seriously grumpy I had behaved, and how I thought I was just getting old. Then I started to smile because I had really great birthday.

When I got to work my boss asked me how my birthday had been and I told her it was really great and then one of the twenty-somethings  asked how old I was? To my surprise I smiled and said 35!

The day after my birthday 35 didn't seem so horrible and if this 35 year old has all the awesome people in her life that she does well then bring on 36 because my life is pretty darned blessed.

Even if I am getting old!
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Me, Myself and I said…
I'm the lame friend who is now commenting - oh hey, happy birthday, btw! I like the 35 year old you. The 16 year old is too whiny and pouty.
July 15, 2010 at 7:21 AM
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