I am going to be 36 tomorrow. Thirty six. I'm not sad or upset or depressed. However, I'm certainly not as excited as my son, who turns 4 on Saturday. I just can't believe the number. I love my life, and I really have no regrets. I often ask God how it is that I have been so blessed, when other people have so many struggles and hardships. I thank God for my life every day (however, I will admit that there are days I wish I could run away and go somewhere else... a place where there is no screaming, crying and fighting...those days are tougher to "love" my life).
Anyway, back to being 36. At the age of 36 you have a "past." Does that make sense? I have gone through enough experiences in my life, and grown so much through them and from them that I'm not even the same person I was 20 years ago. There was high school Colleen, college Colleen, Grad school Colleen, speech therapist Colleen, living on my own Colleen, girlfriend Colleen (first time ever at the age of 29), engaged Colleen, married Colleen, pregnant Colleen, mother Colleen, mother pregnant with baby Colleen, mother pregnant with baby again Colleen, mother and wife Colleen, face book Colleen and blogger Colleen....that's a lot of Colleens!
I am now also old enough to be turning ages that I remember my mom turning! I was too little to remember my mom turning 27 or maybe even 30, but I remember her turning 36. I don't even know what this means, or what the heck my point is. I just think that's strange.
So Happy Birthday to me! May I eat chocolate to my hearts delight. May I remember that my life is a gift from God and that I should be good to myself and all those around me. And may the next 36 years be even better than the first. (and also Happy Birthday to my cousin Tim (the 5th), for my mom and my Aunt Kathy, who I share a b-day with, and to my beautiful son (the 7th).
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