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.