Tomorrow or today, depending on when you are reading, I'm turning 35. This has scared me for a while since it's become obvious to me that soon I'll be 40. But If I really slow down, really think and reflect upon 35, it feels no different than 34, or 30 for that matter. When I really think about it, I'm still sleep deprived, still stressed about things I can't really change, plagued by chores I never really do.
Not much has change with one exception, I'm a bit wiser. Wiser to the fact that those stresses in my life will continue to follow me, that those chores will have to eventually get done, that I'll keep getting older and so will my kids. Time doesn't stop, but instead of saying it's passes or it's fleeting, perhaps we should say it evolves. Like we all do, like we all should. In January I chose my word for 2013, it is Zest. Tomorrow (today) I will fully accept 35 with zest, and if I'm lucky some chocolate coconut milk ice cream.
