A Reflection of Me at 35…


imageA 26 year old friend asked me the other day how it felt to turn 35. “Oh, just great,” I replied sarcastically, and probably even rolled my eyes.

After all I was talking to someone who isn’t yet at an age where she has to worry about such things as being single and having a biological clock ticking away like a time bomb, that gets faster with each passing day.

Add that to the fact that I have yet to truly figure out what I want to be when I grow up. And the fact that time now moves at warp speed. I’m afraid to blink for fear I’ll open my eyes and be 80 wondering, “where did my life go?”

But what I neglected to mention, or maybe had been too focused on the negative to realize is that I have never felt better in my own skin, or been more comfortable with who I am. I’ve never been more confident or more self aware, and I even like how I look now more than I ever have.

The truth is, I love who I am now and I may not be where I thought I would be at this point in my life, but I wouldn’t trade who I am for the knowledge that I’ve gained.

I’m looking forward to figuring out what the future holds for me and to the personal growth and wisdom that I will gain with each passing day and year.