It’s interesting how birthday’s lose their luster after a certain age. Thirty-five is a good number, I’m glad I’ve made it here. Still, it’s just a day. I remember waiting months for the big day and so looking forward to the party with family and friends. Wanting to get older and excited for the age. I felt very important and special, which I think was the point. I’m not in a reflective place – looking at the past seems fairly pointless. I’m going to look to the future today; amazed that I’ve come this far, grateful for the blessings I’ve incurred and ready to move on, accepting that I am right where I’m supposed to be.